Made In America

"What the flip?!?!" Is the first thing that came to mind when I saw the ad. Who in their bloody right mind would pay $3.99 to smell like a freakin burger, let alone a whopper???

"The scent of seduction with a hint of flame-broiled meat." is how Burger King is advertising their new men's perfume. And here I thought the end of the world was near when I had to sign in to the oldest MSN messenger because the net has been acting like an ass due to "cable trouble in the mediterranean".. But back to the subject of seductive scents, I truly pity the male who goes out and secures a bottle of that stuff. Wallah what do they see us females as?! Awina we're some carnivorous animals that can be seduced by a male that smells of spray-on artificial beef patty (Not to say that we'd go for a guy that smells like real beef patty either).

The maker, campaigner and buyer of such a retarded product should all be shot.. Or better yet, doused in their ingenuity and placed in some lion/tiger/meat eating animal infested safari. Haha let them seduce the wolves and the vultures can have the leftovers!

Don't Mock the Karak..

Contradiction:

Pronunciation / kän-trə-ˈdik-shən/, n.

The overwhelming sense that I've been robbed, betrayed or violated on some pathological level - and yet I feel thankful, grateful even, to the offender.

This sort of thing usually begins with me minding my own business, innocently going thru my surfing rituals. A name, more like a title carrying a badge of prestige, catches my eye. First instinct, ignore it, just let it go. That might work for a minute or two.. an hour even. The whining and pleading gets louder until I find myself pushed to the brink of insanity. Curiosity has me completely and utterly wrapped around its thumb and finally I turn to my saviour, the prince of searches, Google.

This time around 'professional curiosity' had me putting No Time for Goodbye under the 'scope. The article had described it as a truely masterful work of art that held the reigns to numerous bestseller lists. I had no choice but to hunt it down and get a look. I was happy to find it was part of amazon's Search Inside program which allows eager folks the chance to gaze upon just enough greatness to whet their appetites.

What I saw that day, bedazzled me. The most simplistic style and words employed for the task of telling the alleged bestselling tale. The words spoke out to me as if imploring me to relieve them of a burdenous secret. Lucky for me I didnt have to wait long. Mother happened to be going to the bookstore to hunt down some literary works she'd been craving so she offered to pick up that book for me while there.

The day I intended to start reading it turned out to be the same day mother took the liberty to promise that I, yes ME not her, would take the kids all out to the zoo and a place called Discovery Center in shj. All day affair in other words. It was fun, but it meant that I only got to read a few pages of the book. I got to finish the prelude. It was good. Strong start, but it left me with this nagging feeling. He had innovated. It was only the prelude and yet there was his gleaming creativity. I imagined the feelings running thru my veins were the same Christian Bale's character in American Psycho felt in the business card scene. It was ruffling to say the least. Abandoning the beguiling piece, I spent some quality time catching up with past episodes of Life. It wasnt until last night when I went to go work on my own prelude that I picked up NTFG again. I brought it to learn and learn I shall!

By 2am I was peeved. The book was like a slap to the face. This guy, Mr. Barclay, he was breaking every single rule in Novel Writing 101. From grammar to sentence structure, and if that wasnt enough his characters were urkingly weak. I wont even go into the details of his male characters suffering from a serious lack of testosterone on top of being chronically stupid. At that point I would have gone on to bed but realized I had gotten halfway thru the book and had only just really started it that night. (I'm usually a really slow reader so that was a big thing for me) I decided to stay on and see how far I could get.

I watched the digits on my clock change from 3:59 to 4:00 am. I wasnt 'peeved' anymore, no. I was freakin DISGUSTED and pissed out of my mind. I was about 50 pages short of finishing the 400+ paged book and the only thought pleading an answer in my mind was "How in bloody hell had that book scored 'Bestseller'?" I had to break then and there, book in hand, to have a look online and see who exactly authorized that right. I mean my God, I'm not above reading crap, especially if I know in the beginnning that the author was aiming for crap cuz then at least its entertaining. This though. "Oh Boy." To quote my grandpa's famous words of astonishment. It was an eye opener. I couldnt help but think it was a guy thing. I mean till I realized I've read some pretty great stuff written by guys before [Ludlum, Grisham, Crichton - and even though I've outgrown Pike and Stine they still had pretty good literary contributions]. Ok, so not a guy thing, just a Barclay thing. I could barely turn the pages anymore. In the end I just prayed and slept. I didnt wake up till well after 12. I finished the remainder of the book and just stared at it. Somewhere between the disdain and regret I was feeling for the book I had just pulled an all nighter for I felt this light of shining truth. I mean the most obvious of all facts was that if ppl's standards were so low as to celebrate such an affront to modern literature then hey they were gullible enough to accept any sheemot rubbed between two covers.

As much as I can complain about the book and how much of a disappointment it was, I have to concede that I learnt some pretty important things from it. I think the most important of which was plot structure. I mean I guess that was always important but I always find I get a little lazy by the end of whatever I am writing. Sometimes I give it a hasty ending or go with the first few hundred things that come to mind instead of waiting for a better plot element to come along. [Lesson one from Barclay: Stong plot/concept and see it through to the end.] I'm pretty sure I did it with POA. That was the reason I still havent re-read it in its entirety. Solely for fear of finding plot holes or weak elements. I'm going to re-read it though, soon, and I'm not going to be ashamed of what I find either. [Lesson two from Barclay: Baby steps. Take it slow and easy, no need to rush.] Cover each bit meticulously, air tight sealing as far as elements and grammar is concerned. I do that most times but now I'll triple and quadruple check till my piece is of sacred grade. [Lesson three from Barclay: ....hmm, there was a third lesson.. I smell mac and cheese, intoxicating carbs. Maybe I'll remember the third later and edit it in or something..]

I need coffee! A caramel spiked French Vanilla latte...::sighs:: mother has become so enamored with Lipton's Chai-latte that she forgot to buy real coffee.. ::more sighs::

Save Me from Stupidity

I almost decided something very stupid today...very very stupid indeed. It started with the innocent reading of Gulf News. There was an article about Abu Dhabi University, they apparently just finished the auditorium of the new campus they recently built. The thing that caught my eye was the location of their new campus - Khalifa City. I was curious now. The place the family lives in is in Khalifa City but I've never seen a uni campus out here aside from the Women's HCT (it's down the block). So I went to the AD Uni site to see which part of Khalifa City it was in cuz there are two sections right beside each other, Khalifa A and Khalifa B. Their uni site was pretty impressive and I found myself giving it a good look over. I gotta hand it to them, they have some really good looking courses. I suppose nothing much different from UoS but something about what I was seeing was attracting me. Turns out after all my browsing of their site that they are right next door in Khalifa B. I tried imagining what things would be like if I just gave in and transferred to ADU. I reasoned that yes I would still have a car and could go to tennis here in AD and still manage to sneak off to Sharjah twice a week for tennis and possibly a third time to see my friends. It'd be a really easy life and I suppose there'd be a degree of peace in this eff-ed up family I live in. Then what? Then what I asked myself... I get settled in ADU start making friends, focus on getting better grades and then as it has been done time and time again the folks will up and decide to end their illicit affair with AD and decide it's time to move off to Fujairah, RAK or hell even Oman cuz what the hell it's bloody fun picking up on spur of the moment or pure stupid whim and moving way the hell out where u'd have to start over from scratch.

I said it before and I'll say it again, I'm tired of moving around and this insanity isn't going to stop unless those of us who despise it make it stop. Fighting what they want is certainly going to take alot but I'm willing to fight for what I want rather than have it forcefully taken from me.

My step brother came back from his prolonged stay in the states. He was staying with the uncle which I suppose did him some good. He came back a bit educated- surprisingly. He showed me this essay he wrote. Pretty impressive that piece was. I really couldn't believe it was coming from anyone associated with this family. I guess that just proves that if you go far enough the curse can't follow you. Anyways in his essay he wrote about working hard in life and using ur education and knowledge to better yourself and to attain the things you want in life. He mentioned something about staying focused on what you want and that if it's really what you want you have to work hard and stay concentrated with that focus until you get what it is you want. Although his essay was riddled with bad grammar and horrible sentence structure, his purpose and the message he was trying to convey was there and raw. I'll admit I felt a bit moved by it.

After I finished reading his essay I told him I wanted to call H and read it to her. She'd be happy for him. He asked about her (since he wasn't here when she left) and when I told him the reason she left he understood. He surprisingly asked how come I didn't go as well. I told him my method of dealing with the family will be different. The funny thing about my folks is they always believed my older sis was one to fear (as in would do something outrageous) and after H grew up they began to fear her in the same way, though none of them expected she'd pull off what she did. With me I'm usually quiet about things, except last summer when I stepped into one of their fights with H and got a little too heated, and the fuss I had made when we first moved to UAE. Other than that I'm a harmless creature, the little dog that barks when the stranger is far but when u get up close it cowers away. I suppose my stepbrother must have seen something at that moment. He started to tell me he was going to buy me a gift cuz he didn't have time to do it before he left, afraid he might be lumped in with the rest of the family when they get what is coming to them. I told him not to worry though, I'd remember him after I extricated myself from this corrupt bunch. He seemed relieved. He really seems like a changed "young man".

Feeling Homicidal...

Nearly a week later I still find myself locked in this house of madness. The high point of the day is getting to escape for a few hours on the excuse of getting groceries.. No sooner do I get in the car and pull off before I start a maddening frenzy of text-ing and making calls to make up for the time of signal restriction within the walls of the bloody house.

No one in the family seems to get why I hate AD so much. They only see material. I am the one who seriously doesn’t get them though. They act like they’re coming from years of being stranded on some desolate island deprived of all luxuries – which they certainly have not. I wouldn’t mind it I guess, though it bothers me to be related to such folks, but they aren’t satisfied being materialistic to their hearts’ content alone. They want bigger and better, which in some screwed logic means picking up and ripping everyone to AD. When I say ‘ripping’ I mean that literally. Being ripped from your ‘home’ and friends.. That’s what they’ve been doing to us from the time we were kids. It got to a point where I stopped bothering with people altogether. By the time I was 13 I had had enough. Really what was the point of making friends or getting close to people who you’d just be expected to leave barely a year after you met them? It might be understandable if one’s parents are employed in the army, traveling physician program or diplomats of some sort but when they belong to no such occupations and move around like Bedouins without direction for no apparent reason it’s frustrating to say the least. So after 5 consecutive years of it I had decided enough was enough. I was already a very shy person and it took too much effort to try and make friends to have to leave them behind almost as soon as I had warmed up to them. I stopped trying. Stayed at home 99% of the time and it was to good fortune that internet was increasingly becoming a popular thing with the people. The parents got it and it became my savior, companion and best friend. Online bonds were a hella lot easier to start, maintain and truthfully lots more fun. We moved around quite a bit at that time as well but I always knew my online friends would be waiting where ever I went and all I had to do was unpack the computer and assemble it. I made the mistake of getting to like a real person during that time. She was one of those types of ppl that made u feel really special. Next thing I knew we weren’t just moving to a different state but all the way OVERSEAS. I knew of UAE cuz I had met some locals back in the states but they were all pretty snotty boring folk. Mother was talking pretty enthusiastically about going. I questioned if it were so great then why the hell were so many of them kicking it in the states? The worst was the plane ride over. I hated planes not to mention I kept thinking of all the things I had to leave cuz we couldn’t bring them and the folks didn’t deem them as worthy enough to be shipped. The plane ride seemed excessively long. I had a window seat but the person beside me was some random stranger. Mother kept calling me to her seat, sheesh I can’t even remember what for now. But after a few goings and comings the random stranger that had to keep moving so I could get back to my seat snapped and barked at me about staying put or not coming back. I sat, thankfully mother didn’t call again, turned my face towards the glorious window, which only showed layers of dark clouds with stars in the distance, and cried. That stranger beside me was busy getting drunk off of the free alcohol on board so I doubt she noticed.

Once we got here, I decided there was no way I could stay. I’d have to go back at all costs. I’d have stayed with the uncle or grandfather. I didn’t care as long as I didn’t have to stay in UAE. I got to work on my high school books thinking that might be the only way, finish HS get to go back for College since it would have been free and all and who the hell wanted a degree from UAE anyway? After a week I realized that wasn’t going to get me out fast enough. Observing the surroundings I decided a much faster way would probably be to insult Shaykh Zayed (Allah yarhamhu). I came up with pretending to be mailing a letter out full of unflattering words about him (not sure why I thought they opened all letters at the post office and scanned them before letting them go to their destination).. Didn’t’ take me long to realize I’d probably end up in jail before I’d get shipped to the states. The thought wasn’t appealing. In the end I figured if I kicked up a big enough fuss and made mother’s life hell I’d get kicked back for sure. I put up a pretty good fight, made myself sick in the process. By that time I ended up meeting some pretty ok folks and the parents managed to secure stable net by then. Two years passed and I found myself getting comfortable. No sooner did that feeling of comfort come before there was talk of picking up and moving to AD. Mother was against the idea, but the father said it was either to AD or Musr. Neither sounded appealing. Praise the Lord he sobered up and forgot the idea (after we had packed up the whole house). A year later he was talking of moving again. This time with no set place in mind. The reason: he had told one of his acquaintances from the states that was coming over with his family that the guy could have our house (even though we hadn’t been planning on moving). So now to save face (or correction, his face) we were going to have to up and leave. It was pretty traumatizing, we packed up again (this time mother decided she needed to visit her folks in the states so she wasn’t even around for the packing of the house). Me and H were left with that job to do alone, lucky for us some of our friends came to help. In the end, that guy came and decided he didn’t like UAE so he turned around and went right back to the states. We had packed up the whole house in a matter of days (with virtually no sleep) and in the end it was for nothing. 2 years later (in which time I had started making friends my own age) there was talk of moving out the country again. This time to Yemen or Musr (Before anyone asks…yes my folks do have deep issues and a very unhealthy obsession with moving about). Praise the Lord that didn’t happen! We just ended up moving around a bit but thankfully it was still in sharjah. We moved near the Ajman border. I really took a liking to that house despite knowing how fickle the parents are. Sometime around the beginning of last year the father got a flat, then a house in AD. Everyone rushed up there to go check out this “new” house. They came back days later raving about how great it was and telling me what I missed. I couldn’t careless. I had been dragged up there once when the flat was gotten and decided I hated the place. To make a long story short I knew what would come of the obsession over the AD house my dumb folks were going thru. H and I tried to talk sense into the materialist blind folk but in the end it fell on deaf ears. Plots and plans were made and next thing we knew the house in sharjah was yet another tally in our book of homes past. By some miracle we managed to bum out this long in the flat in sharjah, but it seems now that my brothers have finished out this term at school they’ll be shifting to AD this fall. Now we are all (that would have naturally meant me and H since we were the only ones in the family opposed to the idea) expected to break ties with everything sharjah related and high-tail it to AD. Enough is freakin’ ENOUGH! I’m tired of seeing moving boxes, I’m tired of having to leave friends behind and being expected to just start over! H took matters into her own hands (this move being partly the reason for her actions) and decided she was no longer going to go where ever the parents fancied but where she wanted to go. I applaud the kid. I really do. But it seems despite that the parents still haven’t learnt that ppl can only be forced around for so long. It’s quite the insult that they believe I’d give up everything in sharjah to move to AD just cuz they offer to pay for uni next semester and give me an allowance.. along with car etc..

My friend Z (she’s my doubles partner) sends me msgs almost everyday. I already miss her loads and reading her msgs makes me miss her even more. I can’t imagine trading seeing her at practice twice a week for anything in AD. The same goes for all the people, friends, acquaintances…heck even enemies back there in Sharjah that make it special. Some of those special ppl are probably reading this post (or rather will read it when I finally get to net to post this) and I just want to say that for as long as you guys remain in Sharjah, it’s the only place I can really call home.

(And Dear God, I think I have already started gaining weight thanx to the sedentary boring life AD provides. UGH. Maybe I’ll abstain from food and drink till I return to my beloved Sharjah.)

A-Freakin-D

God, the house in AD is truly like a freakin asylum. It’s like the moment one passes the gates they hold their hands up in surrender and willingly allow themselves to be cuffed and straitened. All forms of modern technology invented for the purpose of linking people no matter where they might be cease functioning once you enter the house (forget actually passing through the doors, my phone loses all signal and reception the moment I get through the car park gates).

Choose a room, any room – it’s not like you actually have one that is yours anyway. That’s how it is, as impersonal as a freakin hotel room. Made beds, pillows and all.. bathrooms in almost every room, drapes that actually MATCH the furniture and wall colors.. Nice, really nice but seriously lacking in the intimacy a place one could call home should have. No net, no reception on my mobile phone, stuck in a house full of the insane and undiagnosed deranged, is it any wonder the familiar cloud called “depression” came to squat over me. A friend had given me most of season one of Ugly Betty. I had started watching the first four eps back in Sharjah. It was funny. So funny that I found myself re-watching them last week at another friend’s house and ended up falling asleep before ep 4 had finished. Woke up on her bed – at 3am! So hadn’t meant to but I figured hell no sense trying to get home now I may as well finish out the night. And finish it out I did. That’s beside the point though. Once I found myself here in AD I pulled out the CD I had been saving for this particular occasion of foreseen boredom. No remedy that was. Bordering on tears of boredom I resolved to attack the books BW had so graciously lent me (even after having previous experience with my proven track record of holding onto books for long periods of time – some of these I believe she lent me last year.. wahlaylha) I picked up one that I had started months ago. I started searching for where I had left off last. With every page turned I could feel frustration building. I knew for sure there was no way I could read so I got in bed and went to sleep AT NINE PM. Totally unheard of for me unless I am sick…or sick…..or hmm sick. I am seriously going to need a cat. Kitten rather. And hmm, the yard is huge out there and I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get a baby goat (those are beyond freakin adorable!!! They act like little puppies.) Yeah, maybe that’s what I’ll make my priority for tomorrow. Hunt down the AD animal market. Buy a cute little kid and a fur devil of a Siamese kitten, cappuccino color if u please. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find an adorable brother and sister pair…actually no that wouldn’t do, I want them to mate not be committing incest. Ok scratch the bro and sis, any random cute kittens.

My God, it’s only 10:13pm and I’m already feeling tired. Another important thing to add to tomorrow’s to-do list: Find the AD ladies club and sign up for Roller Hockey and Tennis. I CANNOT gain weight this summer.

Get a life

It’s pathetic how you meet people that just can’t take a bloody joke. It’d be kinda understandable if those same people didn’t joke themselves – but they joke whenever they please and don’t expect others to joke as well. The icing to top the stupidity of this all is when the person gets worked up over a joke that isn’t even about them!

Honest to God I can’t get how this classmate of mine thinks. I usually hang out with two girls I have some of my English courses with. One of them is known to get offended pretty quick so we usually have to limit what we talk about around her to avoid unnecessary drama. More often than not jokes are exchanged and quite often the other girl who is pretty laid back and cool with jokes and what not doesn’t get what it is we’re laughing about. I’ll call her G2 and the other one who gets offended quick will be G1. Anywayz, a couple of weeks back G2 decides to tell and show G1 this picture of a Pakistan Japanese guy (his mom is jap and his dad is paki.. yeah weird mix) and claim that he’s her boyfriend to see what G1’s reaction would be. I decided to play along since I was interested as well to see what G1’s reaction to that would be. Even though it’s forbidden in our religion to have BFs G2 was pretty convincing in her act of supposedly not knowing BFs are forbidden and having one. G1 believed her and went on and on about how it’s forbidden. Of course it being a joke G2 and I laughed about it. It was time for our next class so we all got up and left (that was the same day and at the same time that G2 and I walked out of the building and saw that fight between those two girls). It wasn’t until hours later when we were on the bus going home (G2 and I take the same bus home) that G2 suddenly gasps and says “OMG I forgot to tell that girl I was joking!” I started to laugh that she was taking it that seriously and told her it was ok she could tell G1 the next day. She replied “But what if I die before I tell her?!” That was pretty hilarious cuz she was dead serious I was of course laughing and I told her in that case I’d go and tell G1 myself that it was a joke and that G2 knew better than to have a BF. Gadr Allah, days went by before we remembered about that joke and were with G1 (we’d usually remember when she wasn’t around and then we’d say we’d tell her next time we saw her). So G2 starts to tell G1 that it was all a joke and G1 starts throwing a tantrum that we didn’t tell her that same day that it was a joke. Before we could explain that we forgot to tell her and had been meaning to tell her she storms off. I had been warning G2 for a while to be careful what she says around G1 cuz G1 is known for storming off over some pretty stupid things. G2 was pretty shocked and the look on G2’s face alone made me laugh. We all had a class in the medical college which is a ways down the block from our college so we have to take the uni bus to get there. We caught up to G1 at the bus stop. G2 tried to make conversation since she didn’t believe G1 could seriously be offended by her forgetting to inform her that it was a joke. G1 completely ignored her and didn’t respond. I was pissed that she was offended and acting the way she was acting and made comments about how some monkeys can’t take jokes. After class at the med college I didn’t see her again for the rest of that day. G2 told me she apologized to her for the joke. I honestly didn’t see that G2 had anything to apologize for but she said G1 started talking to her again after that (meaning she was expecting that apology). I supposed knowing G1 she wanted an apology from me as well. When I wrong one of my friends and it dawns on me (cuz sometimes I’m pretty slow when it comes to realizing things) that they might be hurt or offended by something I did, I apologize. Not just once either. I apologize and do things for them till I am at least 99.999% sure they’ve accepted my apology or at least feel better. It kills me if I don’t apologize and I literally lose sleep and junk over things like that. Part of Tuesday G1 acted fine though I could tell she was still pissed (seems she only comes and associates with me when I can benefit her when she’s in that mood cuz as soon as I was no longer of use to her she stormed off again in an almighty hurry) Same thing Wednesday. On Thursday I was studying for the management exam in the library with G2. G2 was studying for her personal finance exam (praise the Lord I didn’t let them talk me into taking that!). G2 had a class so she said she’d go attend it and come back. Her and G1 have that class together so when G2 came back G1 was with her. G1 said salam I replied her salam and resumed studying. She asked G2 if she could take her work for some project and copy it. G1 said she thought she gave it to her already. Then G2 said something to me about concentrating on studying (my knee was killing me and I was finding it pretty hard to keep my mind on studying for more than a few minutes at a time) and then turned back to G1 and told her to sit with us and study. She noticed I wasn't concentrating again (not sure how she figured that out cuz I was at least staring at the open pages of the book even though nothing was sinking in) and she shoved me saying I had an exam in a few hours and needed to study properly for it. At that moment with out warning G1 stormed off. G2 wanted to know what the hell was going on and I said I didn’t flippin care cuz that storming off bit was getting old and annoying hell outta me. Let her storm off and do whatever the hell she wants to do, I so wasn’t going to be bothered with any of it and I was 100% sure she was expecting an apology from me as dumb as it seemed.

Last night G1 decided to log on msn. She asked questions about our upcoming exam (which I didn’t know the answers for) and asked me about my knee. Formalities out of the way she then asks could I apologize for that joke cuz it hurt her. I was pretty shocked. I asked what the hell I was supposed to be apologizing for cuz she was going to have to enlighten me on that one. She claimed for lying to her, not telling her it was a joke for days and laughing about it. I recall laughing at the time of the joke cuz it was just so stupid and afterwards we were laughing about how many times we’d said we were going to tell her it was a joke and forgot completely about it. – I told her this. She got uppity and said if I didn’t wanna apologize I could just come out and say I didn’t want to. I told her I sure didn’t want to apologize cuz one it was a joke, a joke that wasn’t even about her AND a joke that wasn’t even “mine” so why the heck would I be apologizing? She started going on about why is an apology so hard for me to give. It’s not that an apology is hard to give it’s just that it pisses me off that she believes she deserves an apology for every little stupid petty thing. It's not like she doesn’t joke and laugh when jokes are funny. If you can’t take a joke then don’t joke with others. She tried bringing all this drama about how I don’t “give a damn” about her feelings and how I act like I hate her. It’s not that I hate her, I hate how she has to make a big flipping deal out of nothing and goes around expecting an apology if u so much as drop ur own damn books on ur own damn foot and happen to yell out – she’d claim she needs an apology for you yelling out in her ear. The last straw for me is her claiming I “don’t do a flippin thing” for her. I’m seriously steamed about that. For my friends I do *almost* anything and when I give or do for them I don’t expect anything in return cuz it’s enough for me to see they are happy. I’d lay down my life for most of them and I’m pretty sure they know it too. I’m pretty confident that there isn’t a person that I’ve met that I haven’t done something for but yet here’s someone that was supposedly my friend claiming I don’t do anything for her. It’s for that reason that I usually (and most times automatically) don’t expect or accept things from people even if they are my friends cuz in the end they’ll only remember what they did/gave.

I suspected early on that she’d probably be demanding an apology and dramatize this whole thing and I said I was going to shut my ears and that’s exactly what I’m going to do cuz unless someone points out that there really is something wrong with all of this I so don’t need to be losing sleep.

People who can't deal need to just Get a Life...

Marilena the Wicked

Damn that coach, DAMN HER a complete and total damning the likes of which have never been witnessed in the history of mankind! Actually I don’t have time to rant about her at the moment. I need to be rehearsing my speech for tomorrow.. after my exam I will definitely write one holy damning post about that person… grrrrrr the frustration!

Ugh, I think before all of that I need to go throw up the seafood and pasta I ate for dinner…

Be Warned pt III

As if I didn’t have enough of uncaring people in Islamic Culture period. We were sitting in Speech Comm and the Doc calls one girl up to give a persuasive speech. She claimed she didn’t have anything ready but she had some things on mind that she could talk about. So she decided to talk about Contact Lens. I don’t even remember exactly what she started with, I don’t wear them and the topic coming from her was definitely of zero interest to me before she said: “I hate seeing people in glasses.” Maybe that’s not exactly what she said but it carried about the same meaning. I would have been deeply offended if I wore glasses. She tried to dress it with a no offence or whatever that was but there are about 5 girls in the class that do wear glasses. One blushed another squirmed. The girl continued on about how glasses are ugly blah blah blah. Like I said I myself don’t wear glasses but I’ve always admired the cooler looking frames. I always wanted to wear glasses ever since I was a kid. My desire was so great that when my older sister got new glasses my mom let me keep her old ones (minus the lens) I was only allowed to wear the frames. When I was 12 my mom took all of us for an eye exam. Whenever I’ve gone for eye exams the docs have always said my sight is above average (mashalla even though I was always disappointed..) This doc actually said I would need glasses – when I got older. Ha I think she lied. Evidence being the slide the Language Development professor shows at the front of that class that all the girls complain they can’t see – even the ones in the front – I see it fine from the back so it looks like I won’t be getting my wish for glasses anytime soon.

Anyways all of that is to say that not all people feel that way about glasses (obviously given the number of students who wear them at our uni.) Like I said, I think glasses are really cool (especially some of the many many styles and kinds I see at school.. - I won't mention BW's new ones either.. sheesh I might go and get some with ordinary glass in them just to wear fashionably.) and sure u see some frames that look hideous but 1.) that doesn’t mean all are hideous and 2.) You can’t just stand in front of a class of people some of which are wearing glasses and say junk like that. Yeah it was supposed to be a persuasive speech and all but there are lines between persuasive and inconsiderate comments. I never thought too highly of that girl in the first place (she reminds me of my cousin a few years back) but now she’s definitely on my black list. I really hate people who have no consideration for the feelings of others.

Yes I know I’ve been letting a lot of little stupid things irritate me lately. (Obviously that’s why I’m going to let it all out on my blog.)

Be Warned pt II

Second contemptible party.. dammit I just remembered someone else who pissed me off at school today, scratch 3: it’s 4.

The animals for classmates (including the two demon spawns for group mates lazy beasts). One girl, actually she’s my friend – I often have fun teasing her about usually being late for class- she knows it’s good natured teasing though. And it’s not really her fault she’s late...well at least not 95% of the time. She comes from the other end of the campus which takes at least a good ten minutes if u aren’t running. Anywayz some how she didn’t know we had our mid-term today. I feel badly about it cuz I see her all the time and I knew but it never occurred to me that she might not have known the exam was today. Anywayz she gets to class and asks if it was possible to postpone it till at least Tuesday. The teacher would have done it but then chaos broke out in the classroom. All of the “humans” agreed that they wanted to postpone the exam but then when the teacher said Tuesday some said Thursday, some said they have exams on Thursday so any other day they claimed they’d agree to (which was a lie cuz other days were proposed and they still whined) and then one idiot (I seriously wanted to get up and do violence on that chic) actually came up with: “But I spent the whole weekend studying for this exam cuz it was today and now that’s all going to be wasted.”

@#$%^& What kinda of a dumb @$$ excuse was that???!! I mean the girl really is an idiot if she even bothered to study then it shouldn’t matter whether she did the test today or the day after tomorrow the material should still be in her damn head (sheesh I’ll cut the profanity.. I’m really irritated.. maybe I’ll take a minute and go squeeze that stress ball I got a couple of times)

Ok, so as I was saying. With the exception of that one individual.. the teacher was so ready to postpone the exam till even next Sunday if everyone just shut up and agreed. Don’t you know even to have it postponed all the way till next Sunday the Mdala3een Niggas all raised hell whining they have exams. The policy is if we happen to have 3 exams on one day we have the right to go and complain. Going and complaining or rather whining is OPTIONAL if we feel we can’t study for all three at once. Those Mdala3een Niggas always whine whenever they have just TWO exams in one day. Where the hell do they think they are??? Is Uni not comprised of studying??? If they can’t handle a few exams go the hell back to KG…I’m sure they’d have lots of fun coloring and playing with puzzles. I’ve never seen such stupidity in my entire life – with a very few exceptions. Meanwhile while they are whining only thinking about the fact that THEY –Lord forbid- would have more than one exam in one day, are completely ignoring the fact that this poor girl who didn’t even know there was an exam today would have to sit for it even though she didn’t study a lick so Miss My-Whole-Weekend-was-Wasted can sit for the exam today instead of the day after and the rest of those pansies can have an exam per day. The last time we had Islamic Culture exam I had three exams in one day plus a quiz and they were all one right after the other with only break enough to walk from one class room to the next. It didn’t kill me. And I doubt they’d die if they did it once in their damned lives.

The girl stood in front of the whole class and begged for them to agree to postpone. They didn’t care. My Favorite Twins and the girl next to them argued the poor girl’s point. One of the twins pointed out that since it is religion class if someone did happen to spend their time studying all weekend for it it wasn’t wasted cuz that fool is supposed to know the stuff anywayz and if she didn’t maybe it’d benefit her. Two other girls gave another outburst about how if they postpone it they have other exams later. The other twin tried to explain to them to be rational and think of how they’d feel if they were in the girl’s position. They just shrugged and carried on. It was back and forth between the twins’ rational arguments and those of the uncaring rocks for classmates…actually I refuse to acknowledge those creatures as mates. In the end the teacher told the girl to sit down and the exam was going to be today since agreement on postponing couldn’t be reached.

I felt really bad for the girl. I hadn’t studied really myself (figured it was pointless since I had a feeling most of it was coming from what was discussed while I had my routine power naps during class times) and I would have rather gotten the test over with quickly just to get it out of the way but I raised my hand in favor of postponing – we WERE supposed to be mates so we should have all been sticking out for each other.. Unfortunately animals can’t act like anything other than animals much less caring civilized individuals.

Thankfully the teacher seems to have a shred of compassion in him, he told the girl after she sat down and I guess his conscience was about to kill him that she could leave and didn’t have to sit for the exam. I hope that means that she can sit for the exam later Inshalla.

Being that it was a religion class and all and in no religion is it tolerable for people of the same faith to act in such an uncaring manner towards their brethren of the same faith or even others of other faith (heck no person should be uncaring of another person whether that person be living or even dead) the teacher should have given all of those uncaring creatures an immediate and unchangeable “ F ”. What’s the point of taking a religion exam when u fail in basic etiquette/manners/protocol whatever the hell you wanna call it??? True it’s a uni requirement and all but it’s obvious that if they can’t even pass a simple test of consideration they need to go way back to the beginning and fill in the gaps their parents obviously neglected to teach them about.

I’m seriously considering not turning in that project I slaved over for 3 days and sleepless nights so those two can get an F.. I don’t care if I have to get an F with them as long as they get it.

My God… I am so irritated right now I think I’ll go strangle that poor stress ball. (Poor thing has eyes that bulge when u squeeze him too hard)

Be Warned pt I

I am extremely pissed with the majority of the so called ‘humanity’ therefore this post will be in their dishonorable honor (In other words I am going to indulge in a full fledged rant to blow off some steam – feel free forgo reading this.) You’ve all been warned…

Not sure which party pisses me off more. There are three contemptible parties here maybe I’ll start in order of which irritated me first.

Hmph. I’ll start with that damn coach. I was watching the finals match of the tournament. I got there kinda late and the first set was already finished. So I was watching the second set and the longer I sat the more irritated I was getting. After a while it dawned on me that the two that made it to the finals were kids (one was 15 and the other was either 15 or 16). They had played in both categories (over-18 and under- 18) and cleaned the courts with all the players from both. (I felt a tiny bit grateful for my loss to a real lady – as opposed to a kid.. saves me some shame on my face.) Then for these finals they actually bought in a ref that sat up on one of those high chairs and kept the score. That was a really sore point with me now that I think about it. Why the hell did they get a ref to make sure about the calls and keep score for them and we didn’t have any of that?? Were we not playing in said same tournament?! I was really tempted to just leave but my team mates were there as well watching and that would have looked really sour. I’ll give those two kids this: they both had mad skill mashalla alayhum. After the game the ref went up to the girl who won and complimented her blah blah blah and then asked if she played there at the ladies club. The girl was beaming and replied she plays at Coral Beach Hotel under some coach.. Shovshanko, I think was the name of that coach. Maybe I am horrible at translating what’s between the lines but I got this feeling the girl was implying Why the hell would she play at the club under that so called coach. – Aside from the fact that she’s got the crappiest demeanor, I mean seriously she acts as if everyone should fall around her royal feet and if they don’t they should go hang themselves for shame, I’m beginning to doubt her skill. She has students that have been with her for years – one lady was with her for 6 whole years and wasn’t playing much better than a beginner, coach loves to claim that’s the person’s fault but I’m pretty much convinced it’s that damn coach. The evidence is so dang clear: Amongst ourselves we take turns destroying each other in friendly matches so it’s pretty much known that whoever is in the mood that day will be the victor but every time we have a tournament and people from outside our club come to play us we get our tails royally kicked – ALL of us. Then the next time we go for team practice we have to hear the coach going on about how we are an embarrassment and how ONE of us from the team should have won. AS IF. Lady spends most of our lesson time sitting on her butt and having us train each other. Most if not all of us can beat her sorry self in singles matches and it ain’t cuz she ‘taught’ us so well that we surpassed her. Maybe I’ll skip out on team practice tomorrow, I don’t think I’ll be able to muzzle myself if she makes any of her sarcastic comments – whether they’re related to the tournament or not.

After how long this is turning out to be I’ve decided to split this into 3 parts.. for those of u who’ve decided to read this Hazardous Rant....

Hero

No, We cannot see

Who are we, to look to
No, it cannot hear
What is to believe in

And we keep dreamin' of a world
Where all that's good so we were told
We need a hero

And we keep dreamin' of a time
Where good is all that we can find
We need a...
We need a...
Hero

No, We cannot tell
Who's the one to lead us
But you know that we'll be there
Waiting for them to find us

And we keep dreamin' of a world
Where all that's good so we were told
We need a hero!

(clicking the above will take u to an AMV on youtube featuring that song)

Gosh, those reports are/were definitely torture. Seriously. That damn principal doesn't know how lucky she is that I at least take my responsiblities seriously. I am definitely quitting come the end of this month so one would wonder why the hell I'm even bothering to do these god blessed reports. Her Highness would be doubly screwed, what with the midyear exams coming up and having to have those reports to give to the parents with the kids' records and my leaving - right before one of their most hectic times. She needs to be screwed, lord knows she does but I'll leave that honor to someone else. For my part I will feel satisfied leaving that education hole with my sanity and at least knowing that I have "done my duty". Which of course is the only reason I am doing these reports. They were assigned to us this month, I am staying till the end of this month so that I'd get paid for this month therefore I should at least get this month's work done...

Pity I had to be pissed off so early this morning... tried to shrug it off and found myself humming the tune to the above "We Need a Hero". I remembered hearing it back when I watched Power Rangers as a kid (sure I still watch rangers sometimes but they don't use that song anymore). Whenever I'm really pissed one of three songs usually come to mind, that one or the song "Invincible" (another one from rangers back in the day) and sometimes N'syncs' "Bye bye bye". (I don't listen to any of those songs anymore but the words are stuck in my head sorta like the saying: When something is learned while one is young it is as if it is engraved in stone.)

Hmm, I'm not being very clear here... I have some time on me hands at the moment guess I should post about the last straw.

2 weeks ago Her Royal Highness female of MPS called a staff meeting- mandatory attendance of all staff..except the male teachers which is pretty damn screwed. Anyways I had kids in my classroom who's folks were late to pick them up so I remained in the classroom with them until they left. Staff meeting started at 2 and I didn't get up there till 2:30 - that female was still going on strong (it's like My God female what u got to be foaming off at the mouth about when we just had a staff meeting like a week before this one?). No seats so I parked myself on a desk. She was talking her usual sheemot about how the school is doing us a favour (::blink blink::) and how none of us would be hired any place else (it's more like the other way around, if I ever happen to snap a pic of her u'd see why) blah blah blah. Honestly lady if that's ur way of trying to brainwash us into thinking we are unwanted and MPS is being most gracious to us u can go screw ur self somewhere. She finally comes off that subject and repeats all the other stuff from previous meetings. The only thing of any relevance was getting those damn boards in the classrooms decorated- preferably with the kids' work. She said we had a week to get them done. Otherwise we'd have to come in on Saturday and do it. (Saturday is part of the weekend here) Fine whatever lady.

The next week I started trying to get my boys to do a report on their favorite animal. I taught them how to get a pic and put it on the first page and set up the report/booklet thing. None of them did it. Their reason being they didn't know what kind of paper. Honestly all it had to be was plain white paper. I'm pretty sure each of them have printers in their houses and printers use paper don't they? I said fine, I'll bring the paper and we'll do it in the class.

Needless to say I got busy and like completely forgot about bringing any paper. She comes in my class on Thursday afternoon and says I'll be coming in on Saturday to do the board. I said ok. (I don't be giving that female no beef. She tells me to do something I say ok.) I got home and thought about that for a bit. I finally decided like hell I was going in there on Saturday. Hadn't gone for tennis in a while and here was this female thinking I was going to be wasting my time up in that hole. Anywayz, Saturday came and I had a change of mind. Better to get this sheemot over and done with since I had spent most of Friday late into the night getting sheemot to put on the board. I had decided to make the board theme about ants and then the kids were going to write about ants as a creative writing assignment. They so needed practice writing anywayz. So Saturday I was ready to go and put in no more than an hour of valuable time and mother decides she needs the car. Ah well there goes that idea. I decided I'd go later that afternoon since I was supposed to go for tennis that morning. Mother didn't come back with that car till way later and by the time I got home it was after 7pm. Kinda late to be going to that damn school and being alone at night with that pervert so called security guard.

After my shower I decided I'll go so as to keep the peace over at that damn place. Lady told me come in on Saturday so I should come in on Saturday. So I dragged myself out there with my sis and found the place all locked up. Damn guard lives there so I banged on the gate till he came out and opened it. I went in fixed up the board, took me 45 mins. Only prob was my color printer ran out of ink and I couldn't finish printing up some of the really cool pics I had. The result was the board not being finished.

First thing the next morning LG comes in and starts getting on about the board. I told him it wasn't done and he goes on about how it looks so unprofessional blah blah blah as if there is any damn course a person can take anywhere that teaches a person HOW the hell to make a "professional" looking board.

I saw H.R.H a couple of times during the day. She never once mentioned the board. Then after school there was a homework club program going on in my classroom and she was their teacher. She still doesn't say anything about the board. I figured maybe she is upset about it and it'd only be common courtesy to explain that the board really isn't done and that my printer ran out of ink blah blah blah. So I start telling her that and she turns on that snappy tone with me, I wasn't in the mood for trouble so I just let it go. She asked me why didn't I come in on Saturday. I replied that I did come on saturday. She said no I didn't. "!!!!?" I replied I did and that nobody was there. Then she got even huffier and said that the board looks terrible and why didn't I ask the store lady for some paper to cover the brown part of the board. The board theme was supposed to be about ants and I thought it would be cool to leave it brown to give a sorta underground effect. I told her that and she gave me a look as if I had just chalba smacked her in the face or something. She then asks why didn't I come on Saturday morning. I said that she never told me to come on Saturday "morning" she had just said come in on Saturday. (she did say that but then she also sent out a letter that she claimed said morning on it) I said the letter didn't say morning. Least I didn't remember it saying such. She shifted on the spot to super Chalba mode and told me to see her in the office. Snap this female got issues...

I get in the office and she slams the door so that only myself, her and LG are in the room. She immediately starts whinning to LG that I am always arguing with her. A-R-G-U-I-N-G. I ask her to tell me when I have ever argued with her.. then she says if it's not arguing then I am always backtalking to her infront of the kids. OMG like serious WTFBBQSAUCE. Firstly I don't be arguing with her and secondly who the hell does she think she is?!? my mom?? (Praise the Lord above a thousand times over that ain't the case, I would have had to commit suicide the day I was born!) "Backtalking" TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKH. I mean since when did explaining something become 'backtalk' and arguing??? Even mother allows us to explain ourselves. That damn principal must think she's some sorta Mother Supreme or some crazy sheemot like that. I said I was only explaining about the board. She then turns to LG and says "See." as she guestures towards me.

LG looks from her to me and then starts his long lecture about how Mother Supreme is very very experienced in everything having to do with the school and if she says a board is unacceptable that means it is unacceptable and should be changed without any ands, ifs or buts about it. (is it just me or does that seem like the sorta lecture a father would give his kid if kid disrespects mommy....??) He of course doesn't stop there... nope that would have been too gracious of Lord Gracious himself. He has to go on about how if any person doesn't know how to do something in that school they have Mother Supreme who is truly amazing and has knowledge of how to do everything (except run the damn place honestly) blah blah blah and that even he (::blink blink:: he speaks of himself as if he is some high ruling authority that has humbled himself before the all great Mother Supreme) goes to her and asks for "advice and guidance" - I kid u folks not that was the dude's exact words... (all the while Mother Supreme sits there drinking in the praise and holding the face of one who expects and demands such things to be said about her.) He then said MS would have been more than happy to help me if I had come to her and asked her advice on the board (ha ha help me like she has been helping me after throwing me in a 3rd grade class- when I had been hired for KG- without any orientation or anything and then she just automatically expects me to "know" what the hell I'm supposed to be doing??) He adds that if I didn't want to ask her I could have asked my own mother who worked there last year because she had 'excellent' boards ( ::cough cough:: firstly she rarely did a board and when she did it was usually my sis who did it and I was called in to do the actual cutting and labour for getting the board decorated...and even with all of that the boards were pure 'crap' as the math teacher choked out when I told her what LG had said. It was the pure truth folks. Even mother admitted those boards didn't look right and she had told them up front that she wasn't doing any boards cuz she has like zero artistic talent.) Anywayz his lecture began it's ending descend with how if one teacher's work looks exemplary that shines on the whole school and gives the school a good reputation and in the end it's all for the good of the school... (couldn't help but imagine us all as ants at the moment working under MS who would be the Queen female of the nest and it all be for the good of the colony.. ha ha I'd sooner douse the so-called colony in gasoline and set the whole cursed nest aflame!)

They had plenty more sheemot to talk my ear off about but since this was all last week and I don't waste valuable memory space commiting their every word to heart I only remember the last thing being about my beloved Lt. MS had the nerve, the utter NERVE to start in on me being on my laptop during my god blessed free periods. She told LG that everytime she sees me I am on my laptop. ::blink blink:: first of all I never use my laptop during class. I only use it during my free periods and I am NEVER late for my classes. I always make sure I shut down my Lt 10 minutes before my classes and I am usually down there waiting in the hall outside of my classroom for no less than 5 minutes. She then asks me if what I am always doing on my laptop is my school work. I said no. She said then I shouldn't be on it. Just like that. Damn that female plays her role of Mother Supreme to the letter... Of course Daddy LG had to get in on this bit and put in his two cents about how if he were to bring his laptop to school and start working on his own personal business the owner would be very upset (no comment... If I were to comment on that I'd never shut up). Half an hour went by and I was still in there getting my ears lectured off by Mommy and Daddy both as if I had disgraced the family or something.

By the time they finally granted me a royal dismissal I was pissed way the hell off and back. I was told that I was to "get those boards done by the following day" by MS and LG said I could carry on what I was doing as long as I got it done and professional looking by the next day. MS had said that she wanted the whole theme changed so I told LG "I don't see how that is possible since now she wants them changed by tomorrow."

Well that did, Mother Supreme nearly had heart failure from her anger. She said "See! that's what I mean... Who is 'she'?" ::blink blink:: Let's see now, I was talking to LG so the 'she' considering there was only three of us in the room would mean her...duh. Even LG looked a bit lost. I said "You" at the same time LG was mouthing it. MS threw her hands up. She said "You don't ever refer to someone as 'she'! That is rude!" her face was turning red. She was enraged bull angry. LG started to explain to her that in some cultures it isn't rude to say 'she'. Last I checked British and American cultures were more or less the same... I couldn't help but try to explain when I said "Well I was talking to him." that did it. She was going crazy about me refering to them as she and him...some one please tell me so I can "know" what the hell was I supposed to refer to them as if they are sitting right there within slapping distance?? If I had said their names that would have sounded a bit snot nosed, sarcastic and like I was ignoring the fact that either was sitting right there. Lady is just a screwed female. I've deducted that she definitely has ISSUES and you know what..that's perfectly okay cuz I so know how to distance myself from insanity when I see it. There isn't a salary worth enough to get me to stay there under Mother Supreme and put up with her screwed sheemot day in and day out for 5 out of the 7 days of the week (unless of course she issues a royal decree viciously snatching away one of ur weekend days that are reserved for recuperating ur own sanity!). And after being told about all the crap that goes down in that school I still have folks frowning on my decision to quit...

I guess the fact that such decisions being my choice and of course MY LIFE has never occurred to those individuals who think I am being irrational and a spoiled brat because I am quitting. I forgot to mention that MS also talked about my teaching and that the day she observed my class she found my teaching deplorable, reason being because one of the kids who studied in America - where the curriculumn is way the hell stronger than that sheemot she is calling the british system- was sitting for 20 minutes without any work to do. Wanna know why folks? Cuz the kid thanx to our A-M-E-R-I-C-A-N curric is very much independent and can work out all of the classwork with very little help and then still turn around and complete all the homework in a little over 15 minutes. Whereas it takes the other kids the whole 40 minute period to work through the single page of classwork. On top of that I don't have time to return to that kid and give him more advanced work or even just extra work cuz I am pulled in a zillion directions at once helping the weaker kids who can't do a single thing without my help. Like MAJOR clue oh great 'experienced and knowledgeable' Mother Supreme: I need a GOD BLESSED assistant for crying out loud. Doesn't take a Ph.D to know that. It is virtually impossible for one teacher to be at all 17 students' sides at all times during that 40 minute period. (all the other teachers have at least 2 assistants for my same class so why shouldn't I at least get "ONE"??) So because of that she said my teaching is "Terrible and needs a LOT of work". Meanwhile her compatriot who is teaching 2nd grade can get away with cursing the kids (I was sitting outside her classroom when I heard her say: "YOU STUPID BOY OPEN YOUR BOOK!") and using profanity in front of them (like the incident when she called the math teacher a "B!tch" in front of the boys twice and then one of the boys asked what did that word mean.) On several occasions I have heard her tell the boys to "Shut up" in really harsh tones. But yeah that's all allowed and within the realm of professonalism. Hmph! As professional as MS tampering with the grades and giving that boy extra marks out of the air. If that's the meaning of professionalism then I'd prefer to remain a respectable - jobless if need be- human. I so don't need that, any of it.

My God this post is so long I don't even feel like going back and proofreading all of this (I pity u all that have read this far... BW of course...maybe ardab...Sam and Eman...possibly... My apologies you guys but I had to let this steam out!)

And we keep dreaming of a world

A world where good is all we'll find!

We need a hero.........................

The twisted world we live in..

Yesterday was parent-teachers' meeting at that education hole Al Mawahib Private School. Attendance of every living creature employed in that place was mandatory.

I had to go in in the morning for regular classes and all. Wasn't feeling great in the morning and by the end of the first to periods I knew there was no way I could make it till the end of the day without going home. So with 2 periods left ahead of me that wouldn't have started before another hour or so I called my mom to come get me. Didn't make sense to kill myself over a couple of classes and then still not come to the PTM (that would have spelt certain destruction of the world as we know it). I went to go sign-out my time card (it was only 11 something) all the cards were gone - a measure taken to make sure nobody clocks out and abandons ship before exactly 2:10. AS IF. I went to the receptionist who was in the middle of an intense conversation on the school phone. She looked a little annoyed that I wouldn't just see her on the phone and leave her alone. Brat, she's not much older than me. She finally decided to raise an eyebrow at me and ask me what I wanted. I told her that I was leaving cuz I wasn't feeling well and that she could inform Her Royal Highness the principal of that fact. She said for me to go tell her that myself. Kid, believe me it would have been easier for me to do that then have to deal with ya but obviously as I know u must know she's in a meeting with a bunch of parents (no less than 30 to be exact upstairs in the big room they call the hall.). Like hell I was going to go in there and interrupt her 5 mins of glory time to tell her I was sick. Receptionist brat told me then I had to seek out His Royal Highness LG and ask him to grant me his royal approval (actually asking wouldn't have been befitting enough, I would have to "beg" his royal approval). I pointed out that HRH wasn't in his office at the moment and where the hell was I supposed to find him. She claimed in grade 5 teaching the kids science (I feel for those kids. I'd rather sit through triple back to back periods of advanced math than have a single science period taught by that guy.)

Well that meant go upstairs (again) and search for him (I knew that him being in one central place like that would have been just too easy) and sure enough HRH wasn't in the 5 grade classroom. The teacher in there said he didn't know where he was. So it was back downstairs and down the long hall. I contemplated throwing up in one of those in wall fountain things they have water filtered out the bathroom for the kids to drink. Felt too dizzy to get down to that thing anyways so I just continued on. By the time I reached the end of the hall there HRH was just coming down the stairs with a class of boys. I was just starting to tell him I was going home and he breezed by saying wait a sec cuz he was very busy. I followed him and he politely ignored me till he went into this small storage room with the boys and yelled a bit about some missing juice. When he finally came out he was like could I make this quick cuz he had a class to get to. (Damn him! This was going to be quick alright.) I informed him that I was going home cuz I wasn't feeling well. That damn fool had the nerve to tell me I couldn't cuz of the PTM.

!!!! That guy didn't know how close I was to choking the life out of him with that hideous tie he was wearing... I gave him a look. He must have felt the poisonous daggers I was shooting at him with that look cuz he immediately started stuttering and saying I had to ask his wife and that I also had to be back for the PTM. I told him I would "probably" back for the precious PTM and as for asking his wife she was up in a meeting. Seriously that guy really is lacking in an IQ, I think it's like non-existant with him. He replied that there is no 'probably' that i was coming back and that he wanted to hear that it was a 'sure thing'. *Blink Blink* my head was spinning and I was feeling waves of heat washing over me and this king of the apes was telling me I had to say for sure I was coming back to some meeting?! Maybe he would have liked if they brought my dead corpse back and propped me up at that damn desk just so it could be said that all the teachers were "present". I told him whatever and that "inshalla I'll see" (noticed that everybody without exception hates to hear me say that LOL.) He gave me a look that was probably supposed to be some sort of threat - come or die. "Like I really care I'm probably going to die anywayz." He was turning to leave, clearly pissed, and said I had to check with his wife.

Honestly and I kid u folks not, the whole adminstration over there lacks basic intelligence. U can't do a damn thing in that place without everyone knowing much less attend a meeting with that many parents. How in the hell was it that this animal was telling me ask his wife knowing bloody well she was in a meeting?! I informed him of that fact and he just shrugged and walked off as if to say that's my prob.

My head throbbed at the thought of having to climb the stairs again. I grabbed the rail but just couldn't go. Two parents came down, followed by another then another. The meeting must be over! Praise the Lord. The P.E. teacher was on her way upstairs so I told her to tell the principal to come down.

I waited right there at the foot of the stairs as more parents passed but no principal. I wondered if that P.E. teacher actually told her. I suspect she didn't or the principal was up there running her mouth. I waited at least a good 10 mins before a voice said: What the hell are u doing?! U r sick and instead of going home u'r waiting around like a dog waiting obediently for its master....

!!!! Realization!!!! Big time. I turned and walked out into the reception right past the brat who looked up but was smart enough not to say anything and right past that pervert security guard who can't mind his own business to save his worthless life. He was asking the receptionist was it ok for me to be leaving like that. I didn't hear her reply. I was already out the door.

I was thoroughly pissed with myself. What was I doing waiting around like that. After telling the receptionist I should have just walked out then. In the car my mom asked me did I tell the principal I was leaving. I couldn't help but laugh. I said she'd probably be calling any minute to chew me out in her chalba tone for not waiting to receive her royal permission. Screw her. If she called she was going to get what she had coming to her and I was going to use the last of my strength giving it to her. And I really couldn't care less if she fired me for it or not.

That lady might have an ounce worth of smarts in that head of hers after all cuz she didn't call. I went home and rested a couple of hours cursing myself for losing my medicine and not buying a new package in all this time. We were supposed to be in place by 4:45. It was 4:50 when I walked in. Both LG and Her Royal Highness were in the reception neither said anything (not even to ask how was I or was I feeling better. Ha ha, not that u expect that kind of thing from those two..). The principal turned around and greeted me and told me everything was upstairs. That was it. I dared ask her "Where upstairs?" got two word reply : the hall.

Got upstairs to the hall and found a bunch of desks all around lining the walls. Each with a name on them. Great! I'll have to walk around till I come across my name - or something that looks remotely close since screwing my name seems to be something famously done by the world over. I decided to go right since "one can't go wrong if they go right..." lol. Lucky me I found my desk, 3 desks down from where I was standing on the right- and my name, surprise surprise was actually spelt right. I sat. The other teachers all seemed to have eyes on me. I guess I strike them as a weirdo cuz I never socialize with any of them. (once in a while I chat with the math teacher - that's cuz I knew her from last year and she gets a kick out of hearing me describe things in that school- and those chats never last more then 5 mins and that's usually only once a month or twice in a month. other than that I only greet teachers, as is custom, when I pass them on my way into the classroom after their period is over.) Anywayz, looking around I notice I'm the only one with a totally empty desk - except for my name. Not totally surprising, I'm probably the most looked down upon teacher (as far as the administration is concerned) in the whole school...actually second most looked down upon, so yeah it didn't surprise me that I didn't have the kids' exams or results or grade book of any kind.

After some time the principal finally brings up two sheets with the exam results of both classes I teach. (every one else had mark books and other things on their desks)

While I'm waiting for these 'parents' to show up I decide to have a look at the results. I know that lady ain't straight when it comes to final results and all but I was in no way expecting to see what I did. In one of the classes I have this boy. He's been a prob since 2nd grade when my mom had him. He doesn't write jack smack in the class unless someone gives him undivided attention or u tell him he isn't going out for breaktime and he ain't going to buy any 'food' either. With such dire consequences over his head he gets it together and slowly puts some digusting writing on his paper. I honestly don't know what the kid's prob is but his cousin in the other class that I teach is only a notch better than he is. One might begin to wonder if they are mentally challenged but that isn't the case cuz they miraculously start writing when there is some dire consequence placed above them. The cousin I'll refer to as H.R. and the first boy i'll refer to as M.K. Anywayz H.R's father came to the school a few weeks ago and I told him how his son spends most of classtime talking and laughing and not thinking about his work. His father said he is working with him on that as well as his handwriting (H.R's handwriting is like trying to solve hieroglyphics). His father told him, infront of me, that if he didn't improve he was going to "break" him. At any rate he's back to his old self, only writing if I make him stay in during break time. The result is most of the time his class work ain't done. Better than his cousin M.K. whose classwork is never done and neither is his homework. I have to believe M.K's parents don't look inside of his homework diary - ever. And even though M.K. is in the 3rd grade he can't read a lick.

Anywayz it was a while since I did the grades for everything so I don't remember everything but I do remember that I gave M.K. well deserved 'zeros' for classwork which is never done and homework which doesn't seem to exist to him nor his parents or anyone else back in his place. As for the exams there were English, divided into reading, spelling, comprehension and a general exam. And there was a Science exam. Both subjects got their final results from the exams, classwork and homework. On M.K's general english exam he got a 4 and 1/2 from 35. His spelling exam he got zero from 10, his reading exam was zero from 10 and his comprehension was a 3 or 4 from 16. Homework and classwork were straight zeros also. but yet his final mark on that result paper infront of me said M.K. got a 42 in English! How in blue hell I ask??? 4 and 1/2 plus 3 or even if we say 4 only makes 8 and 1/2. So like how in the hell did this guy get a double digit end result?! I look over at his science mark and near crumble the paper in rage. 66. What the hell is that??! I recall him getting a 5 from 70 on that exam. That is a pretty damn big typo from 5 to 66?!?! neither class work nor homework is ever done for that kid so where the hell did she drag 61 marks from to slap on to his lone 5?

She had been throwing a fit that I gave one boy who usually has average marks a zero in comprehension cuz he couldn't answer any of those damn hard questions SHE had put on their comprehension exams. She asked me what did I think his parents were going to say to their son getting a zero. I replied that they were going to think the truth which was that there son needs more help in understanding english. That is the truth. I can't tell u folks how many times I have to explain simple intructions to that kid so he could turn around the same second and say 'Teacher I don't know." The principal didn't want to hear that and of course got pissed she said if I see the kid is like that then I need to take him out of the class during another period and 'help' him with the exam. I had given each of those kids a more or less one on one with those exams cuz she really did put some pretty damn hard questions on it. I told her I did everything short of actually telling them the answers for every last one of those kids and even some of the smart kids called out the answers when I was explaining the questions for the kids who claimed not to understand. Even after hearing the answers called out they still whined they didn't know. So what could I do? I told that lady all of that and she just looked at me. I said what, do u expect me to "tell" them the answers? (I think she was near exploding at that point). She went on about how if I see weak kids like that I should help them and that's my job blah blah blah. I gave him a one on one and he still didn't get her exam. I told her give him a one on one herself and see what she gets out of him. At that point she just stormed off. I figured than that she was going to screw with the marks- but I never expected her to stoop this low.

I sat at my desk and endured severe chills praying that I'd see M.K.'s parents so I could tell them how their son does absolutely nothing in both english and science classes. Of course they'd ask how did he get his marks and that would be where I screw that darn school to hell. They never came, instead I got a bunch of other angry parents. I felt bad for them. One lady was going on about her son getting a 76 in english, she wanted to know why. I had no idea cuz I had no exams infront of me or anything else. Only those pathetic two papers. I told her I didn't make up those exams and that it all came from the principal. She read between the lines as did the other angry parents so I foresee that principal is going to have a couple of very angry parents down her throat in the very near future....

Serves her right. Twisted female.

Play with fire...

and you're gonna get burnt!

So here I am on my laptop on blogspot typing in a new entry into this here blog, plate of geemats beside me, whilst the rest of the good muslims are off praying to their Lord in Taraweeh. I really had all intentions of going but by the time I came back from dropping my sis at American University for the basketball match she had, it was too late to shower and everything before they'd start prayer. I'll just have to go to qiyaam later on inshalla. At least I don't have to worry about getting up for school tomorrow.

The principal called a staff meeting for the teachers in the grades on Wednesday. Oh my God..

Oh My GOD, oH mY gOd! I was kicking myself for not bringing my mp3 player that day. The amount of sheemot tumbling out of her mouth in the space of the 30 extra minutes she held us captive in that ratty library, was enough to make anyone say the original OMGWTFBBQSAUCE!

Principal walks in with a stack of about 15 -20 homework diaries that some one forgot to hand out at the end the 8th period (8th period is the last period before the kids go home), whips up her niqaab and looks over the teaching staff with that look that people in power get when they look over their underlings. At that point I folded my arms over my chest and noticed a few others do the same. Principal is known for giving some pretty outrageous meetings and I was preparing for it. I had all intentions of marching right down to LG and handing him the folder I had just collected all the homework sheets from both grade 3 classes I teach, before telling him I was out of there - pissed off and out of there.

I don't really remember the order in which these subjects came spewing out of her mouth, it's amazing I remember any of it since throughout the meeting I was contemplating whether to just get up mid meeting and dump the contents of the folder on to the middle of the library floor before storming out and banging the door behind me, or to go for the more civilized silent chalba smack to the face and hand her the folder with all it's contents and announce I was quitting before calmly strolling out the door and politely leaving it open.

One of the points of the meeting was that some of the teachers in the last periods before the kids go home would see the homework diaries on the teacher's desk and not hand them out to the kids and thus the kids were going home without them. Principal got really uppity and nasty about it sarcastically asking what did the teachers think they were supposed to do if it was last period and they see a stack of homework books on the desk. Thankfully I can say that aside from owning some degree of common sense, I knew what a problem those homework books and the teachers not handing them out at the end of the day, was last year. So I automatically handed them out.

Long pause between points while she looked around the room as if she were trying to pick out anyone disloyal to the Al Mawahib Private School emblem and authority. On to next point. Discipline in the classrooms... MPS is a non-hitting school. Out right hitting of the kids isn't allowed but other forms of discipline on the sly is fully encouraged by the corrupt administration of that decaying cavity in the heart of Sharjah. So far in the week I've spent in the grades I've witnessed at least 4 - i think it was more but 4 is what I clearly remember- incidents of discipline by pulling the offending kid's hair. (super ouch, right?) I have it from reliable sources that the respectable godfather - the irani that owns that shameless place- has a huge stick he keeps in his office and has on more than one occasion used it on kids. There were also several witnesses to the time when he twisted one kid's ear nearly off during class as discipline for misbehaving. Ok I'm getting off the main subject here. So principal was going off at the teachers for the classrooms looking like unkept animal shelters by the end of the day. She demanded to know why were some teachers allowing the kids to make and fly paper airplanes during class time. Why were kids allowed to turn their desks to face the wall (clearly not paying any attention to the lesson) during classes? Why were kids allowed to enter the class with unbutton shirts or shirtless period (just wearing an undershirt after having discarded the sacred MPS uniform shirt) She said she shouldn't have to tell us that none of that was acceptable and that as teachers we should discipline them and have complete order in our classrooms. Let's see, if I recall correctly MPS is strictly a non hitting supposedly british school. Discipline books were placed in every classroom on each teacher's desk. Any kid who misbehaves during class is to have his name written down in that book. From time to time that same principal is to take the books and see how many times a kid's name appears in there. If his name appears in there x amount of times - I can't remember how many- then his parents are called and they discuss the issue with the principal. So now why the hell is she using that filthy tone of voice near screaming at all present questioning the lack of discipline in the classrooms. Some how I got the impression she was trying to blame the teachers for the reason those kids are just pure animals. That's usually what she does try to do, blame any problem on the teachers - and when that fails she turns to the assistants, wahlaylhum!

Imagine, the prestigious MPS has a standing rule that if the walls in the classrooms are filthy the teachers are to blame and they have the repainting of the walls to pay for. Yes people, this is a prime example of were you insert the phrase : OMGWTFBBQSAUCE! The walls in the two classrooms I teach are already 90% black and were like that when I was abruptly switched to the grades. Classes had already been in session for a month so if anyone even trys to tell me I have that to pay for I'll unfortunately have to tell them to "shrivel up and die". Anywayz I can't imagine what more the principal expects from us in the line of discipline in a "non-hitting" school other than to write the kids names in that discipline book- that she never bothers to check. She said that if anyone thinks that they are just in that school to teach there subject and that was all then they have the wrong school. A-W-I-N-A!

During the meeting, one of the teachers started to laugh at a point when the principal was really fired up. If I wasn't so pissed off I doubt I would have been able to control laughter any better myself. That principal really is a sad joke. Of course though to have some one out right laughing at her to her face made her go balistic. "Amusing," I thought, "guess it will be worth my while to wait till she finally shuts up then hand my papers to LG downstairs and tell him I quit." I never knew a person could get so red in the face in just under a minute!

She then went on about how when the teachers arent doing what they are supposed to be doing, and I seriously failed to see how that could be possible when she takes people from KG and drops them in grade 3 without even bothering to brief that poor unfortunate on what their new responsibilties entail - heck, she didn't even bother doing that when she hired above mentioned unfortunate as KG teacher, then she has to hear it from the parents , or so she claims. She claimed that she is in that school every night at 10 pm, and if we didn't believe her we could just ask the secruity guard (yeah the same pervert secruity guard that was sucking on that kid's lips) rearranging the desks into that 4-group seating arrangement they practice in Britain. In a way I am inclined to believe that, cuz she's just the sad type of person that wouldn't consider having a life outside of that damn school but at the same time I wonder if she really goes out of her house at 10 pm to push around desks in the dark (owner boy would have a farm of animals not just a cow if he had to pay a few fils extra electricity to run the lights for her while she goes about her silly fetish). At any rate she got back onto the tidiness of those filthy classrooms and how parents drag her from the reception area to the classrooms to point out the filthy environment their kid is expected to learn in. She admits that she is speechless when the parents do that cuz what can she say? (she repeats the what can she say part a couple of times while she looks around- guess she was waiting for some sort of sympathy!) She said another point that the parents are always complaining about are those homework diaries being left in school and that parents are always calling her and asking her to go to the school all hours of the night to hand them their kid's diaries. (I so don't believe that!) She claimed one day that 45 homework diaries were left in 3 classrooms cuz 3 teachers didn't have the sense enough (and she said they didnt have the sense enough.) to see that they had last period and hand them out. She had to point out that that meant 45 parents were going to call her this weekend about those books.

Oh, I forgot about the most amusing part about all of this. She had the nerve to threaten that who ever violates any of those points she mentioned would get an official warning! El Hazard was exercising EXTREME control over those eyebrow muscles of hers - they were fighting something fierce to shoot right up into the ceiling (forget raising!)

I had to pause contemplating how I was going to pull my 'Eman' to wonder how she fixed her mouth to even form such words that were being projectiled out. At times during the meeting she got really uppity and nasty, but the majority of the time she kept to this super chalba whispery tone.

After a good ten minutes of talking about how the parents complain to her and how she is tired of hearing them complain cuz the teachers can't do their jobs, she moved onto teachers allowing the kids to use the bathroom. She claims she left a receptionist/teacher/canteen girl/messenger girl (cuz the school is so cheap they can't even afford a public address system), dang, right? about that poor girl but she's the owner's niece which I guess translates to slave so she can be put to utmost use. Anywayz, principal claims she left that girl by the bathroom door with clock, pen and paper. She took down the names of all the boys who used the bathroom in the space of I think one or two hours. Principal claimed 120 names were taken down. She then said that was going to end from that day forth. The bathroom was now BANNED. The kids would now only be allowed to the bathroom during the 15 min break time. One teacher asked if it couldn't be left up to the teacher's discretion whether a kid should be allowed to the bathroom or not. Principal was adamant, no bathroom. Another shocked teacher raised her hand and asked what about when the parents start to complain. The principal's reply: Let them complain.

*blink blink* I know I have memory problems but I had no idea I have hearing problems as well. After the majority of her bumming about the parents complaining she now turns around and issues a ban that will be sure to have the parents breathing fire not just complaining. Snap man, snap just wait till one of those kids has an accident in the class. The sad part is that I'm 100% positive when that happens and some livid parent comes in to burn the school down Her Highness El Principal is going to coolly side step the blame and place it on the teacher's head saying she had no idea what possesed the teacher not to allow the kid to the bathroom. And that is exactly why the very next day I still continued to let kids that really looked like they had to use the bathroom go..

I was near exploding by the time that meeting was over. Her tone alone was enough to make me see red. I think she reached the height of all outrageousness - even for her! I marched downstairs and was all set to hand that folder to LG and get the heck on out of there, but he started talking to me before I could say anything to him. He told me I was to be paid for last month but they made a mistake on the spelling of my name on the check they wrote for me and had to fix it so the next day I would get it. Alright I thought, I could handle this place another day. I decided that day that I'd write a letter of resignation to El Principal and happily go about my business.

Guess it was fate, check wasn't done Thursday so that means I'll have to continue to go till Sunday.

Early this morning I was laying in bed thinking things over, I think best when in bed! If I quit I'd be 100% loser. Firstly, I applied for a job over there knowing that the administration was a mini-mafia itself. It would pay higher than if I worked as an assistant teacher else where and it's not like I'd work there forever. My main and only reason for actually getting an official job was to finance my project. Unfortunately I'm very hot blooded, and even though there are only certain things that set my temper off, that school and its administration some how manage to be amongst those things. That administration being composed of the most dishonest creatures one would ever stumble across on the street, is something I was well aware of when I applied. I shrugged, decided to roll my sleeves and deal. This was the extent to what I'd do for my project. It's like playing with fire, one knows if they do so they're going to get burnt. They choose to ignore that when they have a really cool firework that they want to set off and thus they willingly play with fire to set the firework off. They justify that a small burn is worth having the pleasure of lighting those fireworks and seeing the amazing colors. Likewise, MPS is the fire that I need to light my project which is the firework. The end result of my project will be the pretty colors the fireworks let off once they are lit.

Realizing that, all that remains is for me to stop being a spoilt brat buck up and get my job done properly, I want to be able to see the colors of my fireworks in the end!

Tell me..

Tell me, so I can know! What is with people and their sudden uppity mood swings. One minute you think you are speaking with a civilized human - the next minute you are wondering if the word b!tch can apply to the person infront of you. I mean for God's sake! I usually have my temper under tabs and it's very rare that people see it, but when people for no gosh darn reason get on that uppity/disgusted/ I'm-mad-so-I'm-going-to-talk-down-to-you attitude that gets my temper flying..

Probably another reason I don't like to socialize, cuz inevitably people piss me off. (There are of course a few people who make an exception to the ppl that inevitably piss me off...Allah yahfadthum.. AMEEN ya Rabb!)

I had a really long post here but decided since this is ramadan and all El Hazard should behave herself and refrain from backbitting....even if a couple of so-and-so'z at work pissed me off today and deserved a less than honorable mention on my blog.

I think from now on every time someone pisses me off, I'll use all that bottled up energy from my temper and make sincere dua that Allah protects the normal & more reasonable ppl out there. - mainly the ppl that don't piss me off...

At any rate I don't feel too badly for ranting and raving here for an hour only to feel guilty and delete it, I'll get ajr inshalla.

I'm going to pray for a memorable ramadan this year for myself and u guys. - Memorable as in we have no regrets at the end =)

Ridiculous....

Aside from being ridiculous it's unprofessional

It should be a simple process :

• Student busts @$$ studying
• Student takes accursed end unit exams
• Student goes all the way the heck down to the post office to mail said accursed exams
• Student returns home to study some more and take more 'accursed' exams while they wait (for a whole gosh durn month....ok so it's not the school's fault that 'the student' lives on the other side of this damn globe)
• Month comes to end and student begins pilgrimage to the P.O. every day in hopes of finding the result of honest hard work

^That ppl is 'part 1' of what should be a 'simple process', carry that out for 16 subjects (some of which had books 1, 2 and 3 - sometimes a book 4) average 8 exams each book (with the exception of Spanish, Algebra, Geometry, American Lit., Biology and Geography which had minimum 10 exams and over..wow look at that 6 of the 16 subjects! God, arent they generous?! we're looking at 100+ exams here ppl! ) Ok so 'part 1' on average is supposed to be repeated over the course of 4 years (sounds like hell, eh?), in my case it was 6 years (u must be thinking : OMGWTFBBQSAUCE ! ) So after running around like a flippin chicken with its head cut off looking for teachers for Spanish, Alge and Geo, student finally thinks they can kick back and relax (not knowing that 'part 1' obviously means there must be a 'part 2' - otherwise it wouldn't be called part 1.....Damn the world's getting smarter everyday! ) NOT... student calls retard school wondering where the heck is the diploma after 6 years of hell only to hear that they don't have the results for exam X and exam Y. Heck why don't they just go ahead and say they don't have the results for exams A thru Z as well?! Lucky for student (Praise GOD) that she had the presence of mind to save all the dumb exam forms that the dumb school writes the results on. Which brings one to a very important question... What kind of school or rather what kind of Dumb@$$es are employed in that school who don't give a flying monkey enough to just do their damn jobs properly and record the student's grades? Now instead of them just sending the diploma and student being able to skip down to a uni for 4 more years of hell (ppl never learn... the drop outs must have fun laughing their lucky heads off at us - especially the dropouts that went out there and made a name for themselves without a "Bachelors", "Masters" or "Ph.D" ...Bill Gates....Ray Kroc...Damn Disney and Estee Lauder to name a few *POP* ok ok time to wake up and smell the cappuccino of the real world we live in here......) student must now copy all forms for exams XYZ, in case the donkeys over there lose the forms not just the results this time, and mail them in. Registration for the Uni ends the third week of July (Bingo! this month...Life is GREAT =) ) more than enough time for the school of donkeys to recieve the forms (which the Dumb@$$ student hasn't even mailed yet), do whatever sheemot they have to do for the diploma (including retard formalities so it would be recognized at the end of the world) and send it back here (10 days after whenever they decide to drop it at the P.O.). Oh! Did I mention once it gets here student must then take it down to the Moe (Ministry of Education) for them to hem and haw over whether or not it's a legit doc or not only for them to then claim it needs to go back for some more sheemot. "Yo, this is like way late already can't u just pass it and get on with life?!" So in the end it's like December by the time forms, formalities and the rest of the sheemot is done and student bounces off to the uni, junk in hand, only to be met by the Where-the-heck-do-you-think-you-are-going stare of some receptionist on cloud nine after getting a wink from one of her male superiors, who can't understand why the hell someone would be trying to pass off as a 'late registration' (sheepish retard smile on student's face) in the middle of December. "*cough cough* You are like 3 months and a week over due for registration so if you please just drag your late carcass back to where ever you came from...oh and try getting a calendar and marking the third week of July in as the registration date..." (of course said in that chalba-ish professional voice they like to use when u know they are going to talk about the complete idiot that just walked in right after u leave). So in the end student is left with the only other option : PRAY !

(heck, pray like there's no tomorrow....)

El Hazard