A professional wrestler at Sunnhordland????

We had our Open day at school on saturday. We did different activities for kids and such. I did face painting. This is an article in the local paper. You can see me in a picture. Underneath it it says, " Susanne Skaare Bø (9) was one of many that were painted on their faces by Patrischa Thoreson." (i know, he spelled my name TOTALLY wrong...)

This beginning part is really funny though. One of the activities the guys did was wrestling. In the paper here it says, "Idar Fardal is a professional wrestler, and has competed in 7 countries. But today he went agaisnt the children on Halsnøy." ......Idar is a student here, NOT a professional wrestler. But to make this even funnier, the guy in charge of norways wrestling circuit e-mail the school saying he was suprised to read this in the paper cuz he had never heard of Idar but he would really like it if Idar would contact him so they can work together. LOL!!! This guy was serious!!! We all had a huge laugh about this during dinner today. How the paper got that idar was a professional wrestler, i dont know. But this is sure funny!!

Here is the article...

Fribrytande og open skule

Idar Fardal er profesjonell fribrytar, og har turnert i sju land. Men han fekk brynt seg mot ungane på Halsnøy.

[ Publisert: 30.04.07 kl. 07:30 ]

Wrestling var berre ein av mange populære aktivitetar då Sunnhordland Folkehøgskule opna dørene for publikum laurdag. Idar Fardal og Sigurd Hunstad baud opp til kamp på brytematta, men måtte sjå at ungane heller ville vera med på ekste vasskrig.
Men etter kvart fann vasskrigarane ut at brytarane ikkje var så farlege likevel. Etter ein liten halvtime måtte Fardal og Hunstad be om pause, totalt utslitne.

Susanne Skaare Bø (9) var ei av mange som vart målte i ansiktet av Patrischa Thoreson.

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Bygging av gapahuk, diverse uteleikar, ansiktsmåling, eventyrstund, barnedans, moderne- og improvisasjonsdans, organisert vasskrig, stikkball, teikne/måle til musikk, potettrykk, ballongmåling med dartpiler, wrestling, rockeverkstad, twister, lydverkstad (lage sprø/morosame lyder), karaoke, innspeling i studio og teaterframsyning for born var noko av det elevane ved folkehøgskulen baud fram til dei som kom. Aktivitetane var primært retta mot skuleborn frå 1. til 10. klasse.
– Me håpar å skapa eit lite lyspunkt. Me gjer dette for innbyggjarane rundt oss, for å visa kva me driv med, men og for å få nyttige innspel, forklarar Ilse Håbjørg frå Trondheim. Ho sit ved påmeldingsskranken og har ikkje fått talt opp enno. Men ho reknar med at minst 60 ungar var med på ulike aktivitetar.

Fribrytar Idar Fardal viste seg å vera ein svært så leiken og populær kar.

Organisert vasskrig

– Me likar oss veldig godt her, men held oss stort sett på skulen og dei fleste av oss har liten kontakt med halsnøybuane. Men no er det vår, og me vil nok verta meir synlege ute blant folk, trur Kine Strøm Braaten frå Kongsberg.
Det var nok flest som deltok på vasskrig. Væpna med vassballongar skulle laga hente flagget som stod på motsett side av fotballbanen.
- Moro, slår Mats Johan Eriksen fast. Han var på open dag i fjor og, og han visste det var kjekt, men likevel var det så vidt han hadde tid til å prioritera å gå.
– Kva er alternativet?
– Spenna fotball, svarar 14-åringen med Solskjær-drakt. Så stappar han i seg ei pølse og er klar for ny krig – mot dei utslitne og mistenkjeleg dårleg trena fribrytarane.

Magne KydlanD
magnesunnhordland.no

Malene Medhus (12) jaktar på Aleksander Koløy (13). Vasskrig var det nok den mest populære aktiviteten under open dag på Sunnhordland Folkehøgskule.

Skiing..again

So we went skiing in the mountains by Lillehammer today. At the ski place the 1994 Olympics were held. It was...fun. The snow sucked, mostly fake and meting or ice (but i guess that's what u get in April.) It is weird to be skiing next to large patches of bright green grass and trees. In the group was me, Mari, Konstantin, Hege, and Marius (a new Marius.)

I don't think it has ever been so advantageous for me to have my first aid kit with me than today. At the beginning of the day we went all to the top of the mountain. To do that you must take those retarded T-bar lifts. Well, all went well with those this time. We got off and we were standing on opposite sides so we argued over which way to go and finally everyone grouped up on one side. Well up came a retarded T-bar rider that was scared of getting caught in it so they threw the bar to the side. It smacked into Hege and ricocheted off of her helmet, spiraling and into Konstantin. For a moment i thought, wow, we are lucky it hit Hege, who was wearing the helmet, but then i turned and saw a guy holding Konstantin (as he had fallen back) and his face was just covered in blood. I saw that it was a nosebleed and Mari was nagging me about getting my first aid kit out to help him but i needed a towel, not a band aid. I was standing there thinking what i can do, with mari freaking out next to me and Konstantin was looking all sad and bloody. He said he was a little dizzy so the guy that caught him layed him on his back. I jumped right on that and made sure Konstantin sat up and leaned forward (like i was taught in first-aid). Mari was now getting quite pissed that i hadn't done anything yet so i did the best i could and got my emergency wrap out of my jacket and gave that to Konstantin to hold the blood. Its not very absorbent, but it works...i just hope the blood washes out cuz i don't wanna buy a new one... Well all turned out ok, we went down the hill and konstantin rested a while because he was dizzy but that was all.

The other incident happened at he end of the day. Me and Konstantin were getting bored of the normal hills so we were indulging ourselves in the Terrain park. The last time, Marius followed us in but said he was going to ski around things. (He had only been skiing about 4 times ever) I jokingly said, "oh, yur no fun" and proceeded down the row of jumps after Konstantin. We stopped and turned, seeing Marius coming down the jumps, he wasn't graceful, but he made it. I let the boys go first for the next round of jumps and when i came over the last, biggest one, i saw Marius on the ground with his skis every where. Noticing him too late i started to slide on the ice towards him and managed to fling myself off to the side and in the matter of seconds, got my skis off and was leaning over Marius because he was a moaning and a groaning like he was going to die. He had apparently landed on his butt/thigh on the ice and had a cut on his face as well. I started doing all the checks to see if he had a concussion or possible spinal injury. Konstantin called for help and a ski patrol guy came. He took over and had me and konstantin take Marius's skis and poles down the hill to the health center, by where Mari and Hege were waiting, confused as to why it took us so long.

Our day was done then. Marius was carried down and we got him home alright. He is okay but cant stand on his right leg. Mari's dad is a doctor so I think if he says it will be fine, then i guess it will. All I have to say is that this was the most eventful ski day i have ever experienced.

--There was a running man holding a torch cut out in the trees on the mountain across from us. It was out there for the olympics.

Newsflash: American Girl That Was Lost in Norway After Train Breaking Down Has Been Found!!

April 5th, 2007

One, Patrisha Thoreson, a Minnesota native, was staying with some Norwegian friends during her spring break in Norway. She was traveling alone from one friend in Trondheim to another and was planned to arrive in Lillehammer 8:40 the afternoon of April 5th, 2007 via train. She had, previously taken the train from Lillehammer to Trondheim so the trip wasn't new to her.

Suffering from motion sickness, the American 18-year-old slept most of the journey so as to ease the sickness. "I was woken up around 7:30 and was told we all had to get off the train because of electrical issues." States Thoreson, "An announcement was played and said that we had to get on buses to Hamar and then catch another train from there." Or so she thought. The message had been in Norwegian and it is assumed that Thoreson either misheard or mistranslated because what happened was not correct. Thoreson proceeded to follow a group of fellow travelers onto one of the waiting buses. "I found it kind of weird that we drove past the small town that my friend lived in," said Thoreson, "It just didn't make sense to me."

9:40 p.m, an hour past the time she should have arrived in Lillehammer, Thoreson ended up in Hamar, an hour north of her intended destination. "I noticed there was only a train to Trondheim and a train to Oslo, I figured it wouldn't make sense to go back the way i came so i got on the Oslo train and asked a fellow passenger, just to be sure, if this would get me to Lillehammer because I was starting to get skeptical." The other passenger revealed to Thoreson that she had gotten on the wrong bus as this would only take people to Oslo.

With a sense of doom in her stomach, Thoreson got off the train and proceeded to the train station to see if she could find some help. Being it is Easter season, everything is closed and Thoreson had no luck in finding any personnel in the offices. Without a phone or even phone numbers, Thoreson had nothing else to do but go back to the train and find help. That help came in the form of a Railway official, clearing the train to leave. He was kind to Thoreson, noticing the fact that she was a "tourist" and arranged for a taxi to take her to Lillehammer, courtesy of the train station.

Thoreson arrived in Lillehammer at 11:00 p.m, almost 2 1/2 hours after her designated arrival time. "I didn't expect to see my friend still waiting for me, but I looked anyway."

Her friend, one, Mari Anette Jørgensen, had waited an hour for her foreign friend but, finding no one, she called home in a panic and was consulted to return as she couldn't do anything about it there.

While Thoreson roamed the streets of Lillehammer looking for a phone book and pay phone to try and make contact with her friend, Jørgensens father drove to Hamar looking for her and, not finding her, phoned the police in Hamar, Lillehammer, and the small town that the train-bus shift had occurred. "We were all so worried about her," says Jørgensen, "We couldn't even imagine the fright of being lost in a foreign country with no way to contact anyone."

Meanwhile, having no luck in contacting anyone, Thoreson returned to the Train station, prepared to spend the night there until morning when there would be people there that could help her. "I found a comfy looking bench and sat reading my book, just passing the time."

Thoreson did not have to spend the night in the train station, however. Around 12:30 a.m. two police officers came and, after confirming that she was the lost American in their reports, they told her that a man was coming to get her. 1:00 a.m., Thoreson was picked up from the train station by Jørgensens father, almost 4 1/2 hours after she was originally going to be picked up.

"It was definitely an adventure," states Thoreson, "I am just scared of how my family is going to use this against me in jokes for ages now."

Written by Patrisha L. Thoreson

Blogging Press, Norway