Anadiplosis

16Nov07

I had a very crazy day yesterday. So, I’m posting about it and what I think about the experiences I went through. Warning: Long boring post.

I drove to Kaifan for my 8am class. I attended a 9am class as a listener because I never finished The Turn of The Screw as a kid. I got too scared. At 10am, I started studying for an 11am quiz. I finished at 10:40. I drove to Shuwaikh for my quiz. I walked through the class door at 11:02. I finished the quiz and drove home. I got there at 11:36. I washed, prayed, and changed to go to my younger brother’s school for Parent’s Meetings. My older brother drove, and we got there at 12:30. We divided the teachers between us and split. We finished at 3:10. We reached home at 3:35. I had lunch (or something close). I checked my e-mail, read a little, and at 6:00 headed to the annual book exhibition. I came back home at 11:00. I flopped onto the bed.

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I can never turn my parents down when it comes to my younger brother’s future. I never say no. Never. I hardly use that word. I went to the meetings yesterday. You write your name on a list by the teacher’s door, AND WAIT. When your turn comes, your name will be called, and you will be invited in by the teacher. Respect the rules, people! Parents sign up and walk away. Their name gets called when they aren’t around, and they get upset when it’s crossed off. What the hell?! Just sit and wait like the rest of us! If you walk away, you know you’re risking the chance of being crossed of the list. Why yell and make a scene? We’re all tired. We’re all waiting. Be nice!

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The annual book exhibition was a GREAT disappointed. I’ve made it a habit to go every year. Every year, they announce that there are a gazillion new books. You go only to discover that the new books are about cooking, magic, kid’s stories, religion, etc. It’s very disappointing. Yesterday, I came across a couple of book shops which sell English books. They only sell classics and academic books. It’s a shame. There is no variety. I only bought one book: Joseph Conrad’s Under Western Eyes. I went with a list of books to only cross one out. I feel deprived. I’m not angry. I’m frustrated.

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