This week I read a very interesting book called Steal Like an artist .I liked the book because it simplifies the idea of
success. It mainly tangles the subject of creativity. The book is displayed as 10
rules. 10 roles that you have to fallow in order to produce a creative work .The
book answered a lot of questions I had.it also left me questioning new things. That
is the best thing a book could leave you with knowledge and questions.
When I was praying earlier today, I
started thinking of my life and how much
I achieved up to now. How much a 20 year old should be achieving. Many thoughts
passed my mind before I remembered I am praying. After I was through, rambling thoughts
and memories went through my head again. Then I asked myself what started this
in the first place. I realized it was nothing. My body was praying and my mind was
not interested. My mind was not by any
chance involved, so it looked for a getaway...perhaps because it forgot the
meanings behind a prayer. Maybe because I was not conscious to what I was
saying because I was anxious to go back to the real life forgetting that a) it
is only the way to the real immortal life and b) mainly my prayers is what
going to get there. How much did I pray? I started thinking. The result of
multiplying 5 prayers by(10 years at least) would equal a big number I am sure.
But was I really there in every single one of them? I hope so.
My family and I had a barbecue last night and we had a lot
of fun. The weather could not be better; it wasn't cold, but it was very
refreshing. I had a midterm to study for, yet I decided that for once I’m going
to be “cool”. At first, I was planning to study while the food gets ready, but I
ended up volunteering to do most of the work. It was really a nice meal with a
good company. I realized last night that it has been a while since we had some
quality time as a family.
I did very well in my presentation for my poetry course
today. It was one of those things that you keep worrying about until it’s over.
It was a group work and I hated that and I’m still surprised that it went well.
A lot of things went wrong for instance, the girl that volunteered to do our
outline sheet and give it to the teacher apparently did know what an outline is
and instead of handing an outline she handed our whole research. The projector
also didn't work. We had to use our teacher’s small projector that was really
not that useful because the images we wanted to display weren't clear. Despite that
we managed to make our subject clear and to be kind of interesting for the
twenty minutes we had. When we finished we thought our teacher would start
making her comments as usual, but that didn't happen .when were through the
students clapped for us and that teacher nodded and said “yes, they deserve
that. I have nothing to criticize”. I felt relieved, after that, and very happy
about the full mark.


I sympathize with some people because no matter strong or
even rude they act you know they have problems and you can feel their weakness.
In collage, while I was chatting with a friend at the side of the hall today,
one girl who had her hair shorter than my brother’s was walking towards us. There
was plenty of space, yet she rudely bumped into my friend and then looked back at
her and said loudly “do I have to tell to go away!”. Some people have to make a scene
and have an odd hair cut or a weird look to get attention. Some people are not privileged
to have good parents and some have a very hard life. For this reason, we should
never be judgmental.


Our maid is suffering from a pain in her back. Therefore, we
try to help her out as much as we can. My mom asked her if we are giving her too
much work, but she answered that that’s not the case. Then she started telling us
her tragic story.

At the end of the day, all what she got is barely enough food
for the family. After work, she goes to a baker in her way home and bays bread.
She told us that by the time she gets home, her children are starving. She lets
them eat and if there is anything left she would eat.
The misery does not end hear, she does not know where her
husband went or if he will ever return. She cannot get a divorce or marry
another man. The years went by; she started to feel the pain that her work
caused. She decided to change her work and become a maid, yet that backache never
disappeared.
We felt very sorry for her and tried to give her only tasks suitable
for her condition. It is true that behind
every person a story and behind every story a lesson. A lesson that I learned
is that if we are in a position of power, we should be considerate. We should
know what our servants suffer from and what their needs are.
Some of my colleagues and I started a study group for Poetry
subject. The girls in the group are the hardest working students in each
section. Our gathering is really beneficial.
It is fun as well. The more we discuss about a certain thing the more it’s easy
to remember. We also share notes and materials because sometimes a section is
given information and other sections are not, which is one of the reasons we
formed this group. I enjoy my time so much because our subject is something
that I love but when attending lectures and studying for exams, it becomes associated
with stress and exhaustion. I am really glad I joined this group and I hope we collaborate
in later years as well.
It is really frustrating how our Health Education course is a chaos. First we begin taking this course after 5 weeks of the beginning of the semester. secondly, we had only one midterm out of thirty and the part included was too long. Not only that but questions in the exam were in parts we did not study. The leader of our section told us to study part of the hand out based on what she heard from the girls because the teacher did not answer her emails.
My brother somehow convinced me to download the stupidest game
I ever played “fun run”. It is not fun at all. It just gets you addicted and
playing nonstop. After a while you realize that you look stupid holding you cellphone
in front of your eyes 24 hours. My sister asked me what kind of a game
is it? I didn’t
know how to explain it. It’s kind of a race, it’s also a battle, and you can
buy things if you collect enough money. I am not sure why I am still playing
this game, but I am sure that am delete the app before my finals arrive.
It is really frustrating how our Health Education course is a chaos. First we begin taking this course after 5 weeks of the beginning of the semester. secondly, we had only one midterm out of thirty and the part included was too long. Not only that but questions in the exam were in parts we did not study. The leader of our section told us to study part of the hand out based on what she heard from the girls because the teacher did not answer her emails.
Furthermore, a few lectures after the midterm our teacher told us that the curriculum have been changed by the department and the hand out we studied is useless now. Instead, she gave us a larger hand out. We asked for a quiz or anything that could help us, but the teacher said that she is teaching 200 girls and that is just impossible. I do not know who to blame, but I know such things should not happen. It is really getting harder and harder to get high marks.

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