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Sunday, September 20, 2015

A Dream of a boarding school: part 1

So, my dream today was another movie.

There was this tall white young man maybe 17-20 of age. He was the leader of four that trys to save the world from destruction. Every year, or if one of his three chosen ones mess up, he obliterates them in a sense. they just disappear without a trace, assumed to be dead.

This year I was chosen along with two others, but the problem was we were in a strict boarding school that disallows almost everything. Everything had a schedule and a certain order to it. 'He' didn't talk much, 'he' was rather cold even though we were to share the same mattress. The four of us had our own room and two mattresses to share. I remember he wrote something down on a comic book then when bedtime inspectors were approaching, he quickly jumped under the sheets next to me and shoved the book under my thighs. I grew worried because this was my first night in this school and I still wasn't too sure of the system. I turned to ask the teacher that was inspecting the room what was going on, the fat short lady told us that there were two things she was looking for: books and pyjamas. I tucked myself in tight and grabbed one of my novels to hide under my pillow but with my shuffling she walked towards the end of my mattress, lifted the ends of the covers and grabbed the comic under me and my hidden book. I could already tell the boy next to me was immediately displeased, but he kept silent and still beneath the sheets.
I climbed out of the makeshift bed and questioned what she will do with it and tried to negotiate it with her, that I wasn't aware of the rules, that it won't happen again. She seemed sympathetic but a little alarmed that i was not in my bed, she told me as long as she sees it she will take it,  and as long as no one sees me they can't punish me.  She tried to hurry me back in bed before the head of the staff arrived. I asked her what would become of me if I was caught taking the book back. She replied "somewhere between 3 years and life" I was so shocked but I rushed back into my mattress and pretended to sleep with the other 3 before the head mistress arrived in her black fitted dress. Her job was to ensure that all the teachers did their jobs, she was merciless. (for some reason she did look like that skinny teacher from Jacob two two!!)

When everyone left, I had planned to sneak out, but first i was looking around for what else she may have took. Without me noticing, the boy had already reached the door and snuck out. I grabbed his arm and told him I can do it, or that I will at least come with him. He looked down at me with the same displeased look, but he didn't honestly care about me or team work. He just had one thing in mind, the comic book.
We walked on some squeaky floors before reaching the kitchen in which a pile of confiscated goods lay on the table. I was staring in awe, wondering where I was and what is going on, but anxious because of the squeaky flooring, but he was already shuffling through the stack. He grabbed the comic book and left me and so I hurriedly grabbed my book and followed after. All the noise woke the teacher previously in our room, but she was no longer trying to assist us and grabbed me. He never looked back to help me out, but only rushed to his room. -dream cutoff, but let's continue-

 I struggled wildly in her arm, afraid it could further increase the punishment i was to receive, I stopped. I tried to reason my way out of it, and she told me tomorrow I will have a light consequence, and not to worry because she will not inform the headmistress. She then guided me back to my room and i snuck back inside petrified of what it could be, but glad it wasn't the headmistress that got me.

My punishment was not bad at all, it was boring, but it certainly was not bad considering jail. 'He' still hasn't spoken a word to me since yesterday night, and for recess and lunch time I had to stand in a small chalk circle drawn around my feet and not move nor eat from there. The other two members pitied me and started kicking a small rounded eraser inside the circle to entertain me with a tiny game of soccer. I was only able to participate if they kicked it within the perimeter of the circle.

The headmistress was walking around the playground ensuring that everyone was following rules and guidelines and was not happy to see me. She looked at the eraser then at the short curly haired boy who kicked it and grabbed his arm. "20 lashes" she said. The boy's face dropped and he looked at me scared. He was only 14, so I began arguing against it to try to lift the punishment. She looked visibly disgusted by me and screamed at me that it wasn't my place to talk, I tried to negotiate it with her and then she smirked. "If you wanna take his punishment, then it will be 40 lashes."
"but, I didn't do ..." "50." She cut me off.
I stopped talking and closed my lips tightly, I looked around for help as if begging with my eyes, all eyes of the play ground were on me now, including 'him'. No one dared speak, neither did I blame them. I nodded, then with a grin she grabbed me by the elbow and led me to the centre of the field. "Break is over! back to your rooms!" She hollered before dragging me to her office.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Quote of the day: Assalamu Alaikum

I did a face painting and went to this volunteer program for the second time. I must say, this program is much better than the previous too, the patients are more responsive and I'm more social too.

As for face painting, I have one more left this Saturday then I'm done for this school year. How unfortunate! I can't keep it up with my school work, it isn't worth it. So, I took off my ad from kajiji.

Dana blocked me on facebook...go figure and I got a new comment on my blog which is cool in a way, yet embarrassing in another. It's probably because I'm so used to people not reading my rants that I just end up rambling about what ever I'm thinking about at the time. So, I do get carried away often, but that's the point. It's the only place I don't have to hold back in. Directly or indirectly at least.

speaking of embarrassing, I was once walking down the road and a guy walked past me and said "Assalamu alaikum" in which I replied "Thank you". It's like I'm not even muslim! how awkward and shameful.

Anyways! back to my lab book!


Friday, September 11, 2015

End of Summer

Took the MCAT twice, Eid was shit, parents came over didn't fight with mom but my lil sis acted like an angsty little brat, dad acted like a temperamental child.

MCAT wasn't good enough for one of the schools, but I am still planning to apply to three in Ontario, tough luck.

Also, Karate was done at the end of summer, and I also started face painting for money.

I'm going to have to stop at the end of this month though, because karate, society, five courses and two volunteers is enough shit on my plate especially since it's my senior year.

Also, school has started and I already feel like a stressed little shit because I'm not prepared at all.

I got my driver's license and a car, a new phone, and a macbook. My first apple product. I got three year warranty because I'm abusive. I still need to sell my old phone, add microsoft, renew my passport, apply to medschools, and start the society properly and start working on my shit. I can't catch a break.

I made pancakes this morning, but my sister is so tense from yesterday's accident that she legit is pretty much trying to pick a fight with me with any little shit.


Palpitations List

I got my palpitations yesterday at karate. I've been getting them a lot recently, I guess since school has started. I've been really nervous and anxious and I can tell that by the funky dreams I get.


Palpitations this Thursday Sept 10, last Thursday and I think the week before that.

One of those I got it twice in a period of ten minutes.

Again, Thursday Sept 17 at the beginners classes.