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KLEIN CRAZYFJERDE UTGAVE • 2018

WE ARE MORSK EDITOR IN CHIEF MORSK Student Magazine Rebekka S. B. Johannessen The Morsk student magazine aims to publish feature material Graphic Design for students at NTNU as well as being part of the student welfare offers at NTNU in Gjøvik. We offer an educational RESIGNING EDITOR IN CHIEF arena where anyone interested can develop their skills in Tonje W. A. Fiskvik writing, design, photography, concept work and working in Graphic Design teams. Working with Morsk give students working with us something to show for after the study days are over, and until GUEST ILLUSTRATORS then provides food for thought for their fellow student readers. Odin Antonsen Torvenes, Astrid Elliot Børmark Writers: Nursing Amici Nybråten, Programming (Games / Applications) Rebekka Sofie Bardal Johannessen, Graphic Design COPY EDITOR Tonje W. A. Fiskvik, Graphic Design Gunhild Vike Nerås Gunhild Vike Nerås, Web Developement Web Developement Illustrators: GRAPHIC DESIGNER Vilde Marie Kingsrød, Graphic Design Jørgen Westmo Gabriela Jankowska, Graphic Design Graphic Design Lars E. M. Aurland, Graphic Design Veronika Gehse Grøndahl, Graphic Design PROOFREADER Aina Iren Volden, Graphic Design Martin L. Lilleslåtten Gunhild Vike Nerås, Web Developement NTNU Alumni Cover Illustration: Odin Antonsen Torvenes Design: Jørgen Westmo Print by Kobolt Printshop Run: 200 pcs Paper: 240g cover, 150g Typography: Calluna 9,5/13,5pt, Niveau Grotesk & Butler Want to write for MORSK? Something on your mind? Ideas keeping you up at night? Desperately want the students of NTNU in Gjøvik to know something? Reach out to us at magasinetmorsk@gmail. com. Anything sent to us will be given feedback regardless of whether or not it gets published. Contact Teknologiveien 22, 2815 Gjøvik A-bygget, A259 E-post: [email protected] facebook.com/studentmagasinetmorsk

IT’S ONLY AWKWARD IF YOU LET IT BECOME AWKWARD. TODAY THE MEANING OF “AWKWARD” is normally a In most cases an awkward situation leads to a bad mood, situation that causes difficulty; something that is hard to which makes you want to hide under the duvet and stay do or deal with, but also being put in a situation where there for a couple of days. Sometimes it could be that you feel uneasy, embarrassed or inconvenienced. awkward moment when you’re in the middle of an argument and you realize that you’re wrong. Or your “Awkward” is an adjective used for generations, though awkward situation could be something hilarious you’re the meaning has changed over the years. The word laughing at with your friends. originated from the Old Norse word “afugr”, which meant “turned the wrong way”. Later, “awk” was used We in the student magazine has explored this semester’s as “backward, perverse, clumsy” in Middle English, and theme through several illustrations, a writing compe- later turned into awkward from dialects. In Norway we tition, and sharing stories together. Now we want to use the word “klein” instead of “awkward”, which is a share it with you. borrowed word from German dialects. Rebekka S. B. Johannessen Editor in Chief IT’S ONLY AWKWARD IF YOU LET IT BECOME AWKWARD

INNHOLD 03 Awkward 05 Kleine Historier 08 Which 20 Years? 14 Facebook Memories 16 Klein = Awkward 20 The Snore & The Roar STUDENTMAGASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018

HKILSETIONREIER – En miks av drøye og cringe-verdige historier FYLLA PÅ CHAPLIN Er på Chaplin-kjelleren for første gang og skal på toalettet for å fyllebæsje. Bæsjer evig mye diaré. Det lukter død. Jeg går ut samtidig som det kommer en gjeng inn. Det er jenter. Jeg var på jentetoalettet. AV: PUDGE KJÆRLIGHET PÅ DO Var på do i kantina. Driter som faen mens jeg surfer på tlf. Tlf. faller ned mellom dobåsene. Jeg skal ta den opp og ender opp med å holde hender med en person i noe som føltes ut som en evighet. Personen viste seg å være en jente. Får et merkelig blikk hver gang jeg ser henne. Fml. AV: JJWEST KLEINE HISTORIER

17. MAI Illustration: Gabriela Jankowska Jobbet som servitør på 17. mai og hadde ansvar for en Graphic Design hel avdeling, samt sjekke toalettene sånn en gang i blant når jeg fikk tid. Og da jeg fikk tid, tok jeg med alt det nødvendige som trengte å fylles opp (toalettpapir, tørkepapir, såpe, ekstra søppelposer). Etter jeg var ferdig med å fylle dametoalettet, var herretoalettet neste, og heldigvis var ingen der (tross for hvor travel og full restauranten var). Mens jeg fyller opp med tørke- papir, braser en yngre mann inn, zipper opp buksa og begynner å tisse i pissoaret bak meg. Jeg sier ingen- ting i håp om å bare få gjort jobben ferdig og dra så fort som mulig, til jeg hører: «Bro, kan jeg dulte snoppen borti deg?» Jeg svarte veldig pent; «Håper du ikke gjør det … » Den yngre mannen så seg over skulderen og reagerte med et stort «Oi» og med en dæsj nervøs latter. Så gikk han. Tror det var både kleint for både meg og stakkars fyren … AV: STUDENTSERVITØR VOLLEYBALLKAMP EKSAMEN Noe av det kleineste jeg har opplevd var da jeg skulle spille Døgner på skolen før eksamen. Ingen på skolen utenom volleyball med en kompis og kjæresten, samt en svær meg. Mastruberer i atriet. Gjør meg ferdig. Får snap av vennegjeng av henne som jeg ikke kjente. Jeg var ikke en kompis av meg som runker i atriet. De var 10 stykk veldig aktiv i den volleyballkampen, men halvveis inn i som leste til eksamen … kampen kom plutselig ballen mot meg. Jeg var ikke veldig oppmerksom, og så ikke ballen før den var ganske nær AV: JMONEY meg. I det jeg hoppet og skulle skyte, så kommer det en kjempefis ut av ræva mi, som alle kunne høre. Alle på laget mitt begynte å le, og spesielt min kompis. Han klarte ikke slutte å le, han knakk helt sammen. Dette var nok det kleineste jeg har opplevd, og har heldigvis ikke møtt disse menneskene i ettertid. AV: GROOVE94 STUDENTMAGASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018

Illustrastion: Vilde Marie Kingsrød Graphic Design

WHICH 20 YEARS? PART 1 By: Amici Nybråten SO READERS: this is an honest to god true story. A story that I have a walking stick made purely out of a hard which took place in a piece of personal history, when I straight branch I once found in the woods, that my face used to be a travelling hobo on a quest to cross Norway is covered with a big chaotic beard and my neck carried from the innermost parts of Sognefjorden to the western an improvised bowtie from a red band used in packing coast, and then onwards to Hammerfest in the far north. Christmas presents. Yes people, I was that kind of hobo. This journey of course was NOT my original plan. So this guy, he brings me up to Trondheim in My original plan was just to walk around Sognefjorden the middle of the night, and this is my first time in for a bit until I came back where I started. However, I Trondheim. For some reason he thinks that sleeping soon discovered that fjords do not really do walking in high up in the middle of a colonial age fortress is a good circles as there’s an ocean in-between each side of it. idea. I can promise you that it was not, it was cold as fuck. Well, silly me. As he drove away I decided to relocate, and as I But yeah, this story of ours starts while I’m being driven was walking blindly about the area, stumbling across a by this random guy who picked me up in the middle of church and a fancy elementary school, the sun started to nowhere, in some valley south of Trøndelag. Now first rise and I was welcomed by the sight of the ocean. Born you need to imagine me: think of a poncho, a big poncho, and raised in the geographical interior I am naturally kind-of looks like a carpet, but made out of thick green attracted to this raw, strong and vast natural phenomena and white wool. Now imagine one of those hats that animated by the moon’s gravity. Its waves summoned me people use in the jungle with an anti-insect net built to a public beach where I found a lonely tree together into the hat – but wait! Also imagine that I’d taken this with a patch of green amidst sand and rock. Here, I sat net and made a ponytails out of it. Now further imagine up a small tent I had with me, and for about a week there I would be the Korsvika Hobo. STUDENTMAGASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018

Now after about a day I decided it was time to scavenge capital of natural science, and I was going to be part of for some nourishment. You see, I was living the true two of them. hobo style life: no money saved up, no packed meals, no friends. I lived off of collecting bottles and returning Shuffling in sandals like an old man down one of them to shops for money, and so I journeyed onwards Trondheim’s cute alleys, I discovered a tiny little wooden to the city centre to profit on the remains of a global shack hidden between two large concrete buildings. sugary water addiction. Several people could be heard inside, and on the outside were a few people who’d skipped through the sun and Winding forward, it was now the time of the day decided to go for the lung cancer lottery instead. What when the sun was high, aggressively showering unlucky caught my eye though, and also my nose, was a big sign street walkers in high dosage radiation, and rolling the reading “Art Gallery – Free Entry” and the strong smell lottery for future skin cancer victims. of Norwegian waffles grabbing my starved-out soul by the balls. Some such potential female victims had gathered on a row of public benches, celebrating drunkenly and Apparently, this was the grand opening of an art joyously some woman in the midst of her life. I was gallery, possibly the world’s smallest by the look of it. walking by them when one shouted out to me: “Hey you! Through a wide open front door one could see a couple, a Hey, come here!”, waving me in as if I was an airplane woman and a man, squeezed in together to form a waffle ready for landing. stand. Cheap wine served in cardboard cups were also on the table, offering to stereotype whoever entered. Allowing myself to be lured in, what ensued was a diplomatic standoff over why I did not wish to join their “Are the waffles free?” I asked, feeling like a smell- quite mature party, with my argument primarily relying bewitched cartoon character hovering in the air over on the fact that I stank from a lack of a portable shower, the food. “Yes.” said the woman smiling. “For anyone?” to which an elderly woman countered with an invitation I said, seeking insurance against hobo-phobia. “Yes, to bath with her at her home. I managed to end these please have some! The first cup of wine is also free.” negotiations however, when I snuck away during an argument between themselves, continuing my I didn’t actually like wine that much, but any sightseeing and bottle harvesting elsewhere. liquids would do in my situation. And feeling somewhat guilty for just coming for the food, I forced myself into a The day went on, and I got myself some money and wider room on the side of the shack, where a couple of a few pretty sights. The sun started to creep back in colour-distorted drawings of the sky were nailed up the ocean horizon, and Trondheim nightlife started to on the wall in the name of “art”. I stared at them both crawl out of the filthy learning dungeons also known intensely, weirdly convinced that by trying to figure as student homes. Yes, it was party time in Norway’s them out I was somehow paying for my food. WHICH 20 YEARS?

Around me were mostly young people like myself, Arriving there I instantly lost the guys to a large dark chatting. Only a few showed real interest in the room and loud music. Not that it mattered though: there micro exhibition. I decided to follow their example and were plenty of people drunk enough that even if they find my own target for mouth-exercise – I didn’t really wanted to casually excuse themselves away from me have many of those being an isolated hobo. As I walked they may not have enough brain cells left to use their back outside I came across a couple of tipsy, friendly- leg-muscles. looking slim guys, the first of them taller and blond, while the second carried that old-fashioned intellectual look An area was set up for dancing. It was nothing more with a boring set of brown clothing and geeky glasses. I than a large open space with a disco ball hanging from installed myself next to them and shamelessly absorbed the ceiling at the middle. Nobody were using it at the the conversation. To be honest I can only remember that moment, which I interpreted to be stereotypical of the it contained some reference to what seemed like famous sensitive artist which shied away from the public eye. people I’d never heard of. So I decided to take it down to Even with all the drinks sitting on tables, benches and my own level and ask them who they were. even the floor, nobody had managed to stay that right amount of drunk where the powerful music would “We’re second year at the art academy” glass-face conquer their childish angsts, and they still had the said, and then made an intoxicated burp. Tall-guy motor control to let themselves be steered. Instead, followed up “We’re here to be with the new candidates people were either laying spread out on sofas in for the art academy. They’re having a party this evening, half-coma, or nodding to boring conversations with but we decided to take some of them here first”. people they probably already knew. “You’re having a party for people who may get into I quickly came to realize that there was no food in the academy?” I asked confused, “isn’t that a bit strange, this room. However, being a bit of an art exhibition since some of them are going to be rejected later?” myself, and stuck in a room full of inspiration-hungry creatives, I quickly found myself approached by various The two people shrugged, and then pondered students, offering to sponsor me with cheap beer and silently, never really having considered the oddity of this shots from various bottles. arrangement. Before long I was pretty drunk. And it was in that A brief period of feet shuffling conversation followed moment I took off a piece of multi-wear covering the pondering, before they told me they had to go, my wrists, and invented a new style of dancing right asking me if I wanted to come with to the party. At that in the middle of the empty dance floor, accidentally request I instantly started daydreaming about outdoor becoming the grand entertainment of the evening. BBQs and open beer kegs – all the food and drink that Intoxicated for the first time in a long time, I started to I could fit in my belly. The party wasn’t too far away, so naturally I came along. STUDENTMAGASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018

spin my hands energetically inside the circular shaped at the multi-wear now hanging from my hand, “it was cloth in rhythm with the music. At the same time my pretty cool” feet also took to a spinning, slow-motion, forwarding- kicking sort-of dance. If it wasn’t for all the alcohol, I nodded drunkenly and smilingly in return, the this scene would probably had looked like some form of guy nodding smilingly back before leaving. I continued mystic ritual act, as if I were in a trance communicating staring at the woman, before assembling my neurons with some pagan deity. and repowering my brain: And I kept spinning, spinning and more spinning. “Who… what are you two doing here?” I said, Oddly enough inspiring courage in the artistic crowd, half-burping out the sounds. slowly attracting them like flies towards a light bulb. It wasn’t before the music changed and the dance floor “We are here for an event tomorrow” started to get crowded that my trance ended, and I “An event?” I paused, struggling to amass sufficient waltzed drunkenly forward and into an empty sofa. brainpower, “Tomorrow? So what are you doing here now?” A small voice in my mind tried to tell me that I Initially unaware to me, the table which the couch sounded like a 5-year old trying to solve a logic puzzle, belonged to was already occupied by an odd pair of but my mouth ignored it. both genders. The woman was dressed purposefully in “I just know some people here, and they invited us” all-black clothing, had artificially red hair, and was she gestured towards the wheelchair guy who had by this nodding along slowly and thoughtfully to the pounding time relaxed his fervour to listen to our conversation. music. Her partner was a fat guy in a wheelchair with a “And the event, what are you going to do there?” weird expression on his face, as if half of it was paralyzed. “It’s a literary meeting, different people come to read He was moving back and forth in his wheelchair with out texts they’ve written.” a ferocious musical fever, waving his hands and fingers “What kind of people?” in the air along with the beats. His ridiculous posture “Well, people like you and me” and movements caused me to perceive him as mentally What ensued was a slow discussion. I’m not sure disabled, and as such I ignored him, directing instead about what, but before I knew it they were heading my drunken gaze to the woman, which simply returned home, and offered me to follow them. my look with a weak smile: “We’ll walk past the place on our way to where I live” she said, “you can come tomorrow if you want to.” “Hey” she said, “how are you doing?” I mentally hoped for hope. I just stared stupidly back. A random guy came along, pointing to me: TO BE CONTINUED... “That thing you did there, with that cloth” he pointed WHICH 20 YEARS?

Illustrations: Odin Antonsen Torvenes



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KLEIN By: Gunhild Vike Nerås The leap from awful to amateurish might not seem long, but when it comes to words, change can take quite a while. The word “klein” taking on a new meaning in only a decade is quite fascinating. “SPRÅKRÅDET” IS THE NORWEGIAN state’s advisory body The word we chose as our theme for this edition has in questions regarding the Norwegian standard languages had a transformation of its own in recent years. As is “bokmål” and “nynorsk”. Yeah, we have two written pointed out several times already in this edition, “klein” versions of our language, and they’re both officially is a word originally borrowed from Low German, and recognized. Språkrådet helps both public institutions is actually used a lot in Norwegian writing and dialects and the general public keep track of the many textual and in a number of different ways. pitfalls and traps we might fall in using either of these two standards. But it’s reincarnation as a description of cold sweat-inducing, cringe-worthy events and expe- Words change all the time, adapting with its riences, seems new. How and why did it change? users. They can be hard to keep track of, and sometimes I went to Språkrådet in a quest to find out how a we even find ourselves staring as someone uses a word Norwegian word that for our parents meant “poorly”, in a way we think is all wrong – only to find out that “in bad shape” or just plain “bad” – became the literal apparently, that use is a thing now. same as the american “awkward”. STUDENTMAGASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018

A change of stage – It’s fascinating that the word has had such an resurgence as the one we’ve seen the last ten–fifteen years, says Sturla Berg-Olsen in Språkrådet. – I’ve done some searches in the mediabase Retriever to try and find out when “klein” shows up with the meaning “awkward”, and the first hit that seems somewhat legitimate, is this one from Aftenposten (one of the largest Norwegian newspapers) November 26th, 1999: – Er det noe du blir flau av å se på? – Jeg blir så innmari flau over folk som skal være morsomme og så er de det ikke. Det er så kleint å se på folk som sliter. (–Is that something you get embarrassed by watching? – I get incredibly embarrassed by people trying to be funny and failing. It’s so awkward (“kleint”) to watch people struggle.) – When it shows up in the newspapers in 1999, it’s probably safe to assume that it’s already been around for a while in spoken language, says Berg-Olsen. From bad to...equally bad? Exactly when klein(t) became a buzzword however, is harder to pinpoint. – The meaning is actually pretty close to some of the word’s older interpre- tations though, says Berg-Olsen. In Norsk Ordbok (Norwegian dictionary) for instance, “klein” can mean an- ything from “bad, of poor health” to “petty, paltry”. In Det Norske Akademis ordbok (another dictionary), there’s meaning 3.1: ‘(about a person) someone who’s not good for much, not very talented; pitiful; pathetic; bad. – So the road from “pitiful” and “pathetic” to “awkward” doesn’t need to be that long, concludes Berg-Olsen. As if we didn’t know that already, amirite? KLEIN = AWKWARD

Illustration: Astrid ElliSoTtUBDEøNrTmMaArGkASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018 Nursing

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THE SNORE & THE ROAR PART 1 By: Amici Nybråten Once upon a time, from the skies to a place There was this motherfucker god, With giant nostrils on his face! Oufh! This god! He was a terror of houses! In the middle of the nights, he wakes up all the spouses! But there’s a tale of his ending, startin’ right now! Because this motherfuckin’ god, today ain’t but a cow Our tale begins with poverty, and one of its daughters Born out of a butcher, those men who work the slaughters A brilliant kid it is, cursed though it is Because this motherfuckin’ butcher, Snored such loud her ears could never miss! And this thunder of the nights, this incredible roaring It drove her to insanity! And it made her life so incredibly boring... STUDENTMAGASINET MORSK, UTG. 4, 2018

But once upon our time and once upon our place This little girl to insanity driven No longer looked upon that bastards face! She rebelled to the world, and to those gods in the skies And she vowed to finish one of them: that motherfuckin’ god making cries! It was the god of the thunder, the god of the roars and the god who in the night made all those fat-necked people snore! This snore-God was worshipped, for mercy mostly But evil, playful and taunting All efforts to avoid him failed grossly! So our little poor girl, brilliant and heroic Thought to fight this god, with the great mind of a Stoic She knew a story of a snore-God priest A woman of great legend Whose where is known the least THE SNORE & THE ROAR

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SOMMERGRILL MED DARLING VED MJØSA Darling er lei av å vente på sommeren, de vil Darling is sick of waiting for summer, so they derfor invitere dere til grilling ved Mjøsa den will invite you to barbecue at Mjøsa on May 25. MAI KL. 16:00. Linjeforeningen ordner med 25TH AT 16:00. They will bring the grills and all griller og alt dere trenger å ta med er grillmat, you need to bring is barbecue food, some- noe godt å drikke og godt humør! For at det thing good to drink and good spirit! To make skal bli ekstra god stemning, så er det bare å ta the barbecue even better you are free to med seg for eksempel kubbespill, frisbee eller bring “beach activities” such as volleyball or volleyball. Darling møter dere på Mjøsstranda frisbees. Darling will meet you by Mjøsstranda ved Musikkfolkehøgskolen Viken (ved volley- (The Mjøsbeach) by the Music School Viken ballbanen). (Musikkfolkehøgskolen Viken) by the volleyball court. Velkommen! Welcome! - Darling -Darling