Dear you,
Today was a very fine day. Lovely weather, it was raining all night, yesterday, and it continued to rain during the early morning. I woke up at around 5 a.m. to continue my studying for the geology exam. Managed to go through few chapters. Then, at 6:30 I decided it’s time to close the books and get dressed. The drive to Rotana Beach Hotel was very pleasant. How I wished to step out of the car and take a walk on the Corniche under that sweet rain! I was there at 8:10. I got in and found my way to the conference hall after few inquiries. Ops, you have no idea what conference I’m talking about. Sorry you. I’m talking about the METSMaC conference which the Petroleum Institute is hosting. Me and two of my classmates had a poster presentation. I wont mention more details because I’m boring myself. In short, our participation was very successful and highly appreciated. People were really interested in our topic. A very exciting experience which I’ll be glad to repeat.
After taking off our poster and finishing our chit-chats with everyone around, my friends decided to head home and I to a cafe in AD mall, all with studying in mind. They then offered to join me in the cafe’ for few minutes and then leave me to study on my own, for we all know what we’ll end up doing if we decided to pull a study group. We went to AD mall and the funny thing is Mr Paul, our geology lecturer was walking behind us. His comment was, “you girls want to finish up your shopping before the exam!”. In his own weird way of making fun of us. We paid absolutely no attention to his teasing remark and went up to Seattle’s Best and settled. Here comes my story. Suddenly, a head-to-toe covered lady sat right in front of us. I instantly thought of how annoying that was and that I could not possibly study with her sitting so near to my face. Things got worst when she started talking to us. She began with asking us about our university, what majors are we studying and why we chose engineering. I felt so uncomfortable but this was just the beginning of it. Then the lady started talking about how girls are meant to get married and stay at home not to work side by side with men. We simply told her that this is not the case anymore and what she is talking about is history. Thats when she said that our generation is troublesome. She pointed her finger at us and said, “Ento tafhat. Ento jeel taafeh.” I was extremely shocked to her level of rudeness. I mean, I did not imagine that a person in her age (according to her, she is 30) would have such a rusty, old-fashioned mind and to declare her thoughts so plainly and loudly! I was seriously shocked. My friends tried ennna ya5thoonha 3ala gad 3agelha but I just couldn’t. I told her listen to me before you announce your judgments. Our generation didn’t come from nowhere. It is the fruit of your generation. It is you who raised us, she being a mom. It is you who plant those concepts and ideas which you claim to be silly. God, was I furious at that very second. Never in my life have I met such a rude person. My friend -abm- to get out of the situation made up a fake phone call and said that we had to leave. She ruined my mood for a while but then I was laughing to myself about it half an hour later.
Having to find another cafe’, I went to my second choice, Mugg & Bean. I tried to cover up most of the material, not carefully but hastily for I was running out of time. The exam was at 3:30 and I entered the cafe’ at 1. It was a little bit hard to concentrate with two guys staring at me most of the time and another group of British guys (whom accent I adored) conversing cheerfully and wondering what was is it that I was studying every now and then. I managed to finish the chapters. I’m not sure how bad did I do but one thing I’m sure of is that I did not do well. For i forgot a lot of names. Anyhow, I just hope I wont fail this course. The passing grade is C and I’m honestly worried that I wont be able to achieve it. I just can’t study anymore! I’m a kind of person that does not study unless have been put under pressure and after secondary exams pressure, this seems to be nonsense.
That was the summary of my day. I will now leave you with these words that I just came across. Have a very pleasant night, dear you.
When Boldwood went to bed he placed the valentine in the corner of the looking-glass. He was conscious to its presence, even when his back was turned upon it. It was the first time in Blodwood’s life that such an event had occurred. The same fascination that caused him to think it an act which had a deliberate motive prevented him from regarding it as an impertinence. He looked again at the direction. The mysterious influences of night invested the writing with the presence of the unknown writer. Somebody’s – some woman’s – hand had traveled softly over the paper bearing his name; her unrevealed eyes had watched every curve as she formed it; her brain had seen him in imagination the while. Why should she have imagined him? Her mouth – were the lips red or pale, plump or creased? – had curved itself to a certain expression as the pen went on – the corners had moved with all their natural tremulousness: what had been the expression?
- Far From The Madding Crowd,
Thomas Hardy.
