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Revisited Times

When I try to contemplate my college days, I always have this feeling that I was a goody all time.

I remember when I was in my first year, I was excited, and determined to get my bachelor’s in English as soon as possible and not to repeat a single year. I was twenty years old, and just happy that I finished my high school. Happy that I was stretching out, leaving a little village where I was known by my grandfather’s good reputation as a farmer and a stand-up man, leaving a town where I had made some friends and insulted some others, where one time, I interrupted my teacher’s long boring lecture, took a chalk from his table and wrote “one hour talk” on the board. I almost get expelled and everyone was laughing at my craziness, or that time where my friend and I spent a night making a big flag for the march we agreed to make the day after.

I am repeatedly reminded that I didn’t live my college days as I was supposed to live them, always carrying this hint of regret that I had missed a lot of opportunities back then.


Another Party

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “It’s My Party.”

I have just graduated, I have been waiting for this to happen impatiently all this year-long, at least not for myself, but for my parents who have paid a lot of money for my education so far and have supported me all this time.

As far as this prompt is concerned, I think that I have thrown two small parties for my graduation, two alcohol parties with some close friends. I have also made another party for my large family; it was more of big dinner than a party, a warm gathering with cousins, aunts, and grandparents. The reason for doing two things I mean one party for the friends and one dinner for the family is not because I am rich, but, because youth and grownups have a completely two different universes of discourse.

Now as far as the party that I want to have is concerned, I would like to have one on the beach at night, when the moon is full, a lot of candles for the light, music, and alcohol. I know that the scene may seem somehow romantic, but believe me with the friends that I have it will be very load, very crazy, and very exciting. Also, the place where I live is near the sea and when it is summer and full moon it is beautiful and splendid.

School… as a kid !

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “August Blues.”

When I was a kid, I was keen about going back to school. Especially, after the long summer holiday during which I had been the silly, stubborn of the family who always refused to have his nap and who spent all the midday rest doing deeds for his family members.

I like the first day of going back to school after enjoying my summer, after having enough swimming and running, after playing with cousins that I only meet in summer, and after making deeds and getting beating by my parents.

I just like my first  day of going back to school because I used to like school when I was a kid and because I used to enjoy my time in the summer. But, what I really like most is the new clothes, the new school bag, and the new uniform that my mother buys me. It’s a little bit silly now. But, back then when I know that tomorrow is the first day of school, I just get excited and I put all my new bag, clothes, and uniform beside my bed before I get to sleep. I don’t remember why I used to do that,but, I was always happy doing it.

I also like to meet my friends in my first day of school . I have always missed my friends and classmates during the summer. However, I used not to miss my teachers.

A mirror page

Today I  sit for my translation exam and I didn’t really do well, I didn’t manage my time very well so I have got a little  confused at the end. I am hopping to get an average mark though I doubt it. I am writing this post here so that I get rid of the strong bad thoughts that have overridden my head this afternoon. Besides, I have to admit that I have under estimated the exam as well making a better preparation. translating official documents is what we do in translation and most of the time we translate from Arabic to English. I think I should not go hard on myself right ? Then, I am still in the beginning of year and there is a lot of other exams that need my fall attention now. I think reconciliation with ones-self  is good in order to get rid of negativity and to focus on what is coming next.

Although I may not done well in my translation exam, I believe that I did good in Teaching English As a Foreign Language, I have been active in the class and I have shared one old story when I was in high school and how I cheated in my English exam. Everyone has laughed ! In the TEFL subject we were talking about exams, why we sit for exams ? how we design an exam ? And how we administer an exam? I think I should not blame myself too much, because one way or another exams are made to give as students a clear idea on where do we stand and how much did we acquire ?  I have to admit that translation is about structure and if I didn’t do well in my test is because I still need to do more practice right?