Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Some Zzzs

It is the mark of old age when a person finds himself embarking on a nostalgic journey upon learning it was his birthday. Indeed, the fact that the person had not realized it was his birthday tells us much about said person's grey cells. Or shall we say, what remains of them.

"I am sixteen, going on seventeen" The Sound of Music has always been a fav of mine. Too bad those lyrics don't quite work out for 21 and 22. Yes, I'm getting old. I turned 22 today. Maybe from now on, I'll just forget all about my birthday (like I need any help with that, I was so engrossed in getting the capstone ready I didnt realize that it was my b-day till I saw my friend's msg).
One more day, and uni will be my home no more. I have a final on Sunday, and hopefully, I'll be travelling on the same day (evening). I'll have a month to myself, no activities, no commitments, no practice, no nothing. It's strange thinking about a month of nothingness, I usually have at least one or two things I have to rush over to. I'll make the most of it inshaAlla, I want to have fun, relax and just avoid commitments and deadlines for a while.
As for the rest of summer, I have a job teaching karate again. I have no idea why I agreed to it, but let's hope it goes along fine. I sent my CV to a place that needed teachers for the summer, and maybe I'll get lucky. So basically my plans for July/August are:
- Work at the Club.
- Start the level 3 German courses.
- Get back to all my past activities: karate, figure skating, tennis.
- WATCH ANIME: I need to get reaquainted with this ol' pal.
- Read!
- Job hunt.
- Submit the paper work for my masters.
- Have Fun.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Graduation Day

The day finally arrived. After four years of uni, I finally graduated. I'm not quite sure what to say. I'm just overwhelmed with so many feelings - and at the same time, my mind doesn't really want to believe that I've actually finished. A part of me thinks that come september '08, I would find myself lugging my laptop bag and math books and enter the zoo yet again.
The ceremony was awesome. It's true I didn't get the chance to wear a real cap and gown, but the wonderful blue sashes were pretty rad. Throughout the event, I kept thinkng of how many graduations I had MC-ed, of how many I had planned along with the college and how many I had seen. This time, it was my graduation party. And yet, I wanted to dash out of my chair and stand with the rest of the club girls and pretend I was hosting this event yet again.
My graduation speech. I've always wanted to be the graduate speaker and jumped at the chance when they asked me. This time however, I was giving a speech in Arabic, and as I sat there in the auditorium, I cursed myself for agreeing to do it. I know everyone feels a tad nervous, it's only normal, but I was going to recite a poem. I knew I had to say it 'artistically' so to speak, and wasn't sure I could pull that off.
I had to change schools seven times, in four different countries. The mothership was the only place I had spent 4 consecutive years in. Will I miss it? I already do.
I'm not going to spend the rest of this post lamenting my loss. Those four years had their ups and downs, they seemed too long at some point, and now they feel like they passed in a blink. I had never intended to enter the zoo and you can say I changed my mind from the uni of my choice on a whim. Impulsive even, perhaps. I knew no one on day 1, but I made great friends along the way, and I only hope that we remain friends.
And Tinker-bell, you have no idea how much you being there meant to me! I would have completely understood if you hadn't been able to make it, and yet you came. I'm so glad I met you, and I have you to thank for - for introducing me to the EducationClub. That club was my savior on so many occasions. It was hard to part w/ the club, but in my mind, you, me, and the gang will always be club members. Thanks Tinks for everything -- I hope we always remain friends.
To end on a different note. It's true that I graduated, but I still have one more final to go. Yes, in this place we have our cake before baking it. I still have one more day at dear mothership, June 8th. Then, they'll grab me by my abaya, swing me around and hurl me all the way back to sharjah.