Chapter 8: The first June Exam
I was ready to pull my
hair out...Exams where just so stressful; the university jammed all our modules
on after the other. I didn't know what to study 1st , which book to focus
on, there were slides and tuts to go through it was just too much .In high
school the teachers told us what to study with a detailed breakdown down.
I asked a lecturer what we must learn for Math his was like everything and gave us textbook page numbers that was almost 400 pages and economics was a whole textbook we only had 6 months of campus but it like 3 years of high school work slammed in half a year but in more detail.
That was just 2 modules, I still had to revise all those diagrams
and programs for computers plus I still hadn’t open the book for two other modules,
my brain was fried, every time I started studying I drifted of into another
land where there was no exams or I start complaining to a friend on BBM , from
there I end up in a ‘Snap war’ or on Facebook… 2 hours later, I’m too tired and
promise to study harder tomorrow but then 2 levels of Candy Crush turns into 10
and your whole day is gone …
It was the morning of my 1st paper ... I was probably having the worst day .No I’m not been a drama queen
I first over slept, which meant I could not revise the last chapter I left ,I was up till 1 a.m trying to cram anything in my brain ...no amount of almonds was going to help me.
It was the morning of my 1st paper ... I was probably having the worst day .No I’m not been a drama queen
I first over slept, which meant I could not revise the last chapter I left ,I was up till 1 a.m trying to cram anything in my brain ...no amount of almonds was going to help me.
After having a cold
shower- someone decided to have a pamper bath this morning.
I went
downstairs only to have hot milk spilled over me by Ibrahim , when I finally redress and was ready to go
my mother started complaining I made a big mess by leaving all my papers in the
dining room , well
To make matters worse my car wouldn't start the battery was giving trouble .
To make it even more unlucky my mother phoned auntie fathi to ask her if Taahir could give me a lift because my dad had left and Yumnah was not awake yet ,she need her car to do some shopping with Gori Kala later and had a cooking lesson in an hour …
She kindly agreed I wasn't too happy as I successfully avoided Taahir at all costs this week , now I had a 5 minute drive with the dude , I was ready to cry
I quietly jumped in the back seat checked I had everything and pulled out a sheet pretending to revise my work
‘Sara..” Taahir called as we where on our way to campus “I don't know what you over heard that day…”
To make matters worse my car wouldn't start the battery was giving trouble .
To make it even more unlucky my mother phoned auntie fathi to ask her if Taahir could give me a lift because my dad had left and Yumnah was not awake yet ,she need her car to do some shopping with Gori Kala later and had a cooking lesson in an hour …
She kindly agreed I wasn't too happy as I successfully avoided Taahir at all costs this week , now I had a 5 minute drive with the dude , I was ready to cry
I quietly jumped in the back seat checked I had everything and pulled out a sheet pretending to revise my work
‘Sara..” Taahir called as we where on our way to campus “I don't know what you over heard that day…”
I continued ignoring
him how on earth was I going to explain this one to him .
“About what you heard
that day…” he said
I looked up to reply and my stomach made the biggest roar, Oh! Crap with all this drama I forget to eat... Red in the face I picked up my head to find Taahir laughing ... and toss me a bag of chips.
I looked up to reply and my stomach made the biggest roar, Oh! Crap with all this drama I forget to eat... Red in the face I picked up my head to find Taahir laughing ... and toss me a bag of chips.
“That was my after paper snack but looks you need it more”
Why does this drive feel more than 5 minutes ?
I quietly whispered “Is that story about Aminas husband really true?. ...”
I quietly whispered “Is that story about Aminas husband really true?. ...”
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