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Teachers Chance for a Vengeance Spree, Join National High School of S.D.
My school can’t prove more the fact that some of its teachers are on a type of “revenge” job, other that by advertising it throughout Syria on street ads. From the way they teach till the way they punish, you can be sure they are having some kind of fun. We literally had the Class Manager come in and make us repeat after him in parrot fashion, “The Teacher is ALWAYS correct”, “What ever he says you must do, no matter what” “Etc1”At least my school is better that the other schools by a little. The “others” have meetings to discuss which student they should torture2.
1(They didn’t literally say etc)
2(True Fact, really)
Diary of ME! Part VI November 1, 2009
Not much of a new day, though our school never lets us down. It’s always trying to prove its insolence and stupidity, every…single….hour…. and I am here to tell you about it!
Diary of ME! Part VI
Estimate Time Period: 31/10/09
I woke up. Contentedly went through the science lessons that were due for memorizing (It was a Saturday), skimmed over the other subjects, ate breakfast1 and then went to the building’s lobby to meet with my friends, but instead of meeting them like I always do, I had to do the waiting and actually wait for them2.I hope we don’t have to do that again. Though I think it’s my fault for coming on time. After the time-wasting wait we got out of the lobby and went towards the taxi guy we hired to take us to school. Which for a weird reason too, we didn’t have to wait for him3. Today was more abnormal than usual. Today was also the day when the payment for the taxi was due. I went inside, got myself ready to tolerate the smell of rotten sweat, and paid him his payment.
1(For all the people who don’t know, I have a very intriguing fact to show: Breakfast is composed of 2 words. Break and fast. Add them up and you get breakfast! Which is taken from the meaning of breaking the fast, fast as in the fasting you are doing while asleep. I know! Very cool fact!)
2(If you read my other articles you would know that I actually make them do the waiting, but for some reason I came on time today)
3(the taxi driver has a tendency of washing his car or something of the likes while we wait for him)
Class Number (*)
Sometime around the Science Lesson
I revised some of the lessons by the time the teacher got in the class and positioned his laptop and projector. He took up a piece of paper, which I wrongfully guessed was the Quiz Paper (A paper which has the names of the students inclass, so he can pick some names randomly4 and Quiz the students whose name was chosen.) The paper turned out to be something different.
“Chris5” The teacher unexpectedly said.
I thought it was Quiz time for me, and I didn’t worry. I studied hard and finally got a chance to prove it, or so I thought. “Yes teacher?”
“You have been chosen” Chosen? For what? “ as a lazy student, and the school will keep strong tabs on you from now on.”
“What!?” I was confused now.
“You have gotten bad grades in the past tests, and, if you get another crap grade, shall be taken to a different class6 or kicked from the school,”
@!*# @!&^ $ %#$ &^! Ok, now I was not only confused, but getting a bit angry.
Before getting a chance to ask him why, he completed his talk with the answer “Because you have completed 4 tests with the grades being; 8, 4, 1, 9”(from the total of 10.) Which were great scores if you were to compare me with the other kids in my class. I told him out loud “May I ask you a question” I wanted to understand what he means by this, because those grades are great compared to others, and why did he choose me?!7 But he just told me off and I never asked him. Now I am stuck with a bad record in Science, which is my favorite subject, plus a threat to be re located to a different class. I don’t think the idiots will actually take me out of the school, I hope……..
4(They make us believe that they pick the students randomly, but we all know the truth…..)
5(From now on I decided to use Chris as my name on the blog)
6(It might not sound bad, but in this school being taken to a different class wasn’t cool)
7(It’s a conspiracy I tell you!)
By the way, I got reasonable excuses for the grades 1 and 4……
And the grades 8 and 9 can prove that I am not lazy………
Because I was from the only three students in my class (which has about 35 students in it) of who got 9 on the test, no one got a better grade in the class.
I am not good,
I’m real good.
Diary of ME! Part IIII What I Learned so Far: Week Exams III October 30, 2009
Diary of ME! Part IIII
What I Learned so Far: Week Exams III
The School is placed within an old Classic Arabic house. Classic Arabic houses were known for their fountains and mosaic which they even use on the walls, and they were also huge. Our school was the somewhat the same, other than the fact that it had electric and other modern objects and appliances, even the mosaic was in modern style. The building entrance leads to a large square on level one (Level one as in the first storey of the building or ground level, of which there is three in total for the school), around which the other rooms are placed, including classes and the bathroom. The principal’s1 room is on the ground floor connecting to the west (I believe) side of the main square. This was where I was following the Class Manager en route for the principal2.
1(The stup… I mean principal (headmaster, in British) owns the school, we can talk about him later)
2(You do realize that I don’t capitalize the first letter in principal? It’s for disrespect)
I was walking behind the Class Manager, vigorously trying to think of what my excuse will be towards the principal. I was, of course, not expecting this before, nor was I expecting the principal was pity headed and thicker than …… let’s not say what…., but I was going to find out soon enough.
We shall talk about the principal’s room before completing the respective events. It was not a big room, square in shape and stone in making. The usual pieces of paper on the wall3 and a two desks, one infront(the desk littered with papers everywhere) of the principal and the other on his left side when looking towards the door. Now this you didn’t expect, on his second desk, he had computer screens4, each with mini boxes that shows linked cameras from all over his school. These cameras where one of the things of which made him famous, because in Syria you barely had cameras where you would need them, but especially not in school! Back to the events.
3(One would think of them as Diplomas, but I don’t think this guy got anywhere near that level of intelligence)
4(Not any computer screens, old huge headed ones, you know? The ones that were “old” and thick with their color blacked form the dust, literally. One would think that a millionaire could afford some more pixeld or better lighted screens, but nooooo, this dude is different)
The Class Manager knocked politely on the old wooden door and we were invited in. The principal looked up towards us (me and the Class Manager) and out of the blue blabbered “What?”5
“This student says he won’t do the punishment because he needs more time, what should we do with him” said the convenient Class Manager. I intersected to prove my innocence6 but without having to bore you with writing it I will just tell you that it made no difference.
The principal replied my pleas with what one would think of as roaring “Roar! Blah blah oink roar wa la blah!” I tried proving myself again, but again to no avail. The Class Manager then (apparently no one likes the principal’s roars of stupidity) left me to my sentence7 with the principal. After having being roared on for a couple of seconds I decided that the best way to prove myself was to bring in the notebook for my Week Exam and show him that I did NOTHING wrong! He allowed me. I jogged my way to class, and while having the eyes of the class (including the teacher’s, which had no idea why I kicked in the door without saying anything and went to my bag8), picked up my Week Exam notebook and return to the principal’s office without looking back.
5(Of course this was all in Arabic, I have saved you the toils of translation)
6(I do not think they know that that means in this school)
7(With sentence I don’t mean the grammar sentence, I mean the jail sentence)
8(I am not known for my respect to others, unless they deserve it)
This time I really wasn’t expecting any more roaring, but as usual, I was wrong. Once the principal picked up the book he started flipping pages as though he was allergic to the paper, and, he started roaring……… again………” ROAR! Blah roar blah heehaw9 oinky blah”
9(that is supposed to be the donkeys nigh but I don’t have experience with their noises so don’t really know how to write it)
This just sucks, plus it is taking valuable time including time from my physics lesson too, but in the end he told me that I had to do it TWO times……..but, my secret plan succeeded Muahahahahahhahaa. Though the plan was coincidental it still was useful and smart, the punishment just got easier, not what I wanted exactly but it’s better than nothing. The original punishment was to rewrite the old Week Exam plus a new one, which is extremely hard. The new one was to just write the old one two times, which anyone can do in a matter of minutes, of course I had to “meddle” with the truth10 while talking to the principal get what I just got, which was simple.
10(I don’t lie, I just “meddle” with the truth sometimes ;))
Diary of ME! What I Learned so Far: Week Exams II October 27, 2009
Diary of ME! Part III
What I Learned so Far: Week Exams II
Estimate Time Period: 1st Month of School
Class Number (*)
The teacher then threw me back my book,and the Class Manager asked him about my status with the work for my Week Exam. The answer was expected, as I wrote before; almost all people want you to struggle1, he said “laa hatha moo sheghil” which means “No this isn’t [real] work.” I was then told to stand aside near the door, which I did gloomily2.After wasting some more precious time (which I have a tendency of doing a lot these days; for some weird reason) he told me that my (punishment) Week Exam was doubled3, and I had to bring it to then the next day. Of course, I wasn’t planning on that at all. No stupid dude tells me what to do.
1(they want you to struggle for no reason, that is the awful part)
2(I usually resort to merciless arguing and negotiating but I knew that these guys are thicker than the Great Wall of China)
3(When the school gives us the questions for the Week Exam on a paper, it has two versions, one on each side. We only have to do one of them, unless we get the other as a punishment, which is what I meant by saying that I had to double it)
A day later
Another day of torment. I woke, studied, and then reluctantly went to school. On the second or third lesson (I don’t really remember exactly) the Class Manager walked in for his routine checking of who is absent4. Then he called out my name, asked where my punishment is (he means the extra Week Exam) and heard me say “HEY! Idiot, I don’t work for you! So go back and curl up in your satanic pigin’ pit hole and stick your head in one of your pig friends!” Ok, no, I didn’t say that, but I wish I could have. I bluntly said “Nope” shook my head authoritatively “I didn’t do it.” He looked at me skeptically and said “Why?”I replied “Because I can’t possibly do it in 1 day! It needs around three days.”(That was just an excuse; I can’t be very mean with him in front of the whole class) “Too bad, come talk to me in the recess [Break Time].” He said in an abusive way.
4(they check who is absent so that they could send a SMS to your parents just in case you didn’t feel like going to school and decided to skip, not that I ever did that…..)
I thought I was safe then, and said to myself that if I didn’t go talk with him he will probably forget the whole thing. I was shockingly wrong. (I also seem to have a tendency to being wrong nowadays5)
5(I USED to have a tendency of being right, man, the world is changing)
2 days later
The next day came. I (as usual) woke, studied, and went to school. I was thinking that the whole thing was cooled off and that the imbeciles forgot the whole thing and that it was going to be another peaceful6 day at the National High School of S.D.7. My friends and class mates didn’t forget though( and I was going to find out that the National High School of S.D. administration didn’t forget either), and I had to bear with them asking me if I did the punishment or not. I, of course, boastingly told them “Of course not!” Then, as usual, the Class Manager came in for the absent list, called out my name, and asked the same wretched question. Of course, my answer didn’t change, and I re answered him the same answer, which he wasn’t expecting (nor were my classmates8) He replied with a cliché “OK then, follow me to the principal’s room.” OK, that I WASN’T expecting……..
6(It never is peaceful, but I try to be optimistic)
7(Did you know? The S.D in National High School of S.D. means “Happiness” in Arabic, very stupid name to call a school, I know, especially went it is a Bacaloria school.)
8(I knew they weren’t expecting it because of the ominous silence that followed my answer)
Diary of ME! Part II What I Learned so Far: Week Exams October 26, 2009
Diary of ME! Part II
What I Learned so Far: Week Exams
Estimate Time Period: 1st Month of School
“Dad! Give me some money PLEASE!”
“No way! Hahahahaaha”
Ok, the usual morning so far. Yester night ( and day) I was working hard on the “Week Exams” that the idiotic National High School of S.D. give us almost every week to sweat on throughout the weekend ( which is only one day, Friday). Plus all the other studying I did yesterday and today morning1. Now I was running late. As usual. My friends, from how used to me being late, even stopped their continuous nagging, moaning, and whining! Which is a relief, Thank God!
1(We have school on the afternoon schedules, not the usual morning schedules)
Now, as usual too, I was trying to get my rightful allowance2 from my Dad, which is a pain in the back side because I don’t get it, unless I’m lucky. I also was trying to get my schedule packed into my backpack, which likewise, is not as simple as it sounds.
2 (Which is meager by the way)
Back to the Week Exams. I still hadn’t finished it. It takes forever and a day. Not much3, but I get it done in the end, most of the time. The hard part after finishing it is remembering to place it into the backpack so you can bring it to school, or the stupid National High School of S.D will double the Week Exam for you and make it due the day4 after you forgot to bring it (or simply didn’t do it.)
4(Which is sheer stupidity!)
I know what you are thinking but don’t worry, I didn’t forget to bring it to school but THEY did something extravagantly more ludicrous.
Class Number (*)
I survived around 3 brainless weeks of National High School of S.D so far. I was sitting on my seat on the second row5The Algebra teacher was on the other side of the class doing the National High School of S.D Tradition (checking vigorously for your Week Exam for the point of mercilessly giving you a punishment). The Class Manager was vigorously doing the Tradition on MY side of the class room, unfortunately for me.
5(I am thinking of making a post on the seats they provide us, for people over 19 advised.)
He lazily saw my notebook, started contemplating on something7 then resolved on saying “Ya istath, taah shoof hathahee al daftar.”8 Which means: “Hey teacher, come see this notebook”, Oh darn, look at my luck9…..
I stood, picked my notebook up, and went to the Algebra teacher. I had to endure a little on my legs till “His Highness”10 decided to start making fun of me11. He took the notebook, and after making a variance of unconventional faces, he started asking questions……..”Why did you write that like this?” “Why did you do that?” ”Do you find this acceptable?” “Oh come on, really?” Darn it, why me! …….
7(Which isn’t advisable nor easy, for him AND you, for him because they like to think vicious things, and they haven’t the capability to think hard, and for you, because vicious things have a tendency of happening to you)
8(We were having an Algebra lesson, though I am sure you could have accumulated that idea when I wrote “Algebra teacher” in the paragraph before.)
9(I actually thank God for my luck, which, thank God, is better that other people)
10(I mean the teacher here, but he thinks he is much more than that)
11(which is not advisable)
Diary of Me! Part I October 21, 2009
First Day of School
Milky Way —>
First day of school. What should’ve I expected? Other than what I had expected on the other first days of school that I had to go through in my life. Well, heat is one thing. We were still in the summer, the last days of summer. Then it would be fall, which is like summer in Syria. Also stupidity was the second thing; I was after all going to study1 Bacaloria, in Syria…. But it was the National High School S., one of the most famous schools in syria. After what I have heard from others, one would expect some class, nonetheless, as everything else, there was no class. I was of course oblivious to this since it was my first day and I didn’t even go yet…
1(more like memorizing)
Ground Floor Outside of My Building
Me and my friends called each other and made a deadline to be downstairs just a bit before the deadline2. We decided it would be smart to reach the school a wee bit early, just to get good seats. We strolled down the street, making for the highway to get some bus transport (most buses in Syria take 10sp (which is about 20 % of a dollar.)) After rotting a bit waiting for some bus that has the capacity to take us, we paid the amount and squeezed through the crowd onto any space available on the bus to sit3.
2(we are the lazy type, even if it is just to make a deadline)
3(sometimes we have to sit on the metal interior over the wheel, which isn’t intelligent cause the bus drivers tend to lose the minor ability of driving, which is supported by the fact that we don’t have flat streets too)
Because of the fact that we are very observant, after finally reaching a place where we could walk the way to school, we pulled our sticking sweaty backs from the chairs. Then we realized that we weren’t that early, not early at all, more like going to be late if we don’t start running. So we started strutting the way through the ever thickening crowd of people.
Old City National High School of S. School Building
We finally reached the accursed build, knowing it from past experience when we signed ourselves into the school and paid the bills. Though we didn’t need past experience, because anyone with a common sense would understand that it was the school from the horde of uniformed students splashed all over the place with their cigarettes, flooding onto the streets.
Class Number (*)
After elbowing the way through, we all started looking for our classes, which we knew the number of from the message they sent. After finding mine (on the first floor) I took my seat near a skinny kid on the second row. “ahh, another day at school” But that was just the beginning………..
In the cruel, barbarously tyrannical world we live in, there are alot of contraptions for torture and inhumanly treatment. Modern or old or ancient, each and every contraption has a history of creation and usage. Most are “forbidden”1 or so called by groups of people such as the Human Rights, others used for simple interrogation or other “sincere” reasons, and are knowingly, to the people of the country, used by formal officials or “Big Groups”2. Others used by the idiots of society that have a liking towards the devil for Godforsaken reasons of the unknown. We hear of them sometimes by what we call rumors, brought to us by the media. Emails of the tortures occurring in Guantanamo, secret US underground labs, blah blah. Tv, the news channel, showing you scenes of riots occurring throughout the world for inhuman treatment. For those people that care, or think alot, you could find alot of these contraptions of torture by simply accessing to the net or from past knowledge. For others, none cares as long as they don’t see them3, because even if we did see them, and have proof, we simply can’t/won’t do anything about it. Admit it; the world is being thrown into a pit of darkness and anguish in a basket woven from sins. Now, you might be thinking that after all this jargon and evil talk that I discovered a new “big” thing, or that I’m advertising the need for us to demolish the “evil”, or simply want your money for “charity” or some other kind of excuse5. But, no….. you aren’t even close to what I am going to talk about4. What I am going to talk about is a very, skillfully hidden6 damnable type of pure evil torturing contraption. Bacaloria.7 Dude it isn’t even tangible!
NOTE: [the ‘c’ in Bacaloria is pronounced k]
1(forbidden,, bah!, not for the big people *cough*)
2(big groups for the certain people of the country such as countries that have no government tend to be ruled by groups)
3( ahh give me a break, we all know that there’s secrets going on underground, no matter how much we push the idea away from our minds)
4(unless you read the title [Bacaloria], which alot of people don’t read by the way)
5(I don’t mean don’t give charities money! (You must do that) I meant that you must be careful where you give your money)
6(for alot of people (not including Americans and alot of other people) Bacaloria is right infront of their faces, that is what I meant about skillfully hidden, right infront of your face and you DON’T REALIZE the pure evil it is made from and crap it crams into the head of your sons and daughters (or, in my case, crams into your head, I don’t have kids,,,,,))
7(oh,,, the drama!)
Ok now, first of all let me make this clear for everyone who is blessed by not knowing what Bacaloria is nor has gone through the stage of Bacaloria. (By the way, from now on I will replace the word “Bacaloria9” with the more, simply, suitable word “crap”8). “crap” is the stage almost every 17-19 year old in the middle-east* must do10 to get a “life”, or he has to go through his life in a trash as a hobo , unless he has a relative that can sponsor his life. When doing a “crap” you must submit yourself to excessive amounts of futile crap and torture for at least a year because if you don’t get what you want on the first chance ( you can only submit the “crap” exam once a year and that is though a month) you are going to have to wait a second year, or more, depending on your luck, till you get psychologically disordered, a.k.a. mental illness (that is if you didn’t get it in the first year ;)) Of course, you can’t see the true horrorific abomination that “crap” really is, yet, not even after you finish reading this post. It is too surreal to be understood simply by reading, you must have to go through it. So I am going to be more detailed. “crap” is the stage ( as previously written) where you “get a chance to a life”. In laymen’s terms, “crap” is middle-eastern High School. It isn’t like most parts of the world where you do 4 years of high school and get a diploma depending on whatever it is your country depends on. Nor is it like the Bacaloria (called Baccalaureate in English, and seemingly French too) of other countries where, like Spain (for example), you have to just pass certain exams. I can’t really try to differ it from all the types of high schools around the world, just believe me (or at least believe others which have the experience (they have to be from the middle-east, other than Lebanon and Saudi Arabia)) most middle-eastern Bacaloria differs by a long shot compared to ANY type of High School on Earth or off it. It is harder even compared to the French Bacaloria. A student must waste a year at the least to be able to submit the “crap”.12 “crap” is composed of 8 subjects :
*(I am talking about the Middle Eastern Bacaloria, non other)
8(I used the word crap, not because it really is the most suitable, but because I can’t really use the most suitable word for 3 reasons
- I would be taken to prison
- I might go to hell if I don’t repent from using the suitable words
- I really can’t find a word near the proximity of what my feelings (or other people’s feelings) are towards Bacaloria9.)
9(no I am not capitalizing the B in Bacaloria for my respect towards it, but for the fact that it is the main idea of my article. Also realize that I didn’t capitalize the C in crap)
10(do, as in, memorize – study – waste a year of his life in idiocy- work out to the ministry of education that he wants to do Bacaloria (which is easy in some countries) – go to the admissions center to submit the exams through a MONTH (yes I said month, it isn’t a typo)
12(he or she can submit the exams one a year for through a month without wasting a year, but I said “at least a year” cause he or she needs that much to memorize the books, unless of course, if he or she has some sort of einstein- nano technology in his brain, including the month is which he or she does the examination)
- Arabic : Story – Memorizing Passages – Essays – Grammar which is ‘from the first day of school in your life until the last chapter in the “crap” book’ – Poetry
- Math : Geometry – Trigonometry – Algebra – “tahleel”14 – ”Qatoo3”14
- Physics : Electric and Mechanical
- English : Science – Grammar – Essay – Reading and Comprehension
- Chemistry : Dynamics and Main Chemistry
- French : Reading and Comprehension
- National Socialist Education
- Religious Education The grade for Religious Education is dropped from the total, but the students have to pass it anyway (if one fails in 2 subjects he or she has to repeat the entire year of agony and torture). 13
NOTE: I might be missing some, they are just too much…….
13(this is all rough translations of the subjects, they mostly teach us it in Arabic or French)
14(I don’t know what the word tahleel or qatoo3 means in English)
The exam adds up to a total, of which I won’t have the liking to mention. So I will give you an example: Lets say the total adds up to 100. Certain countries (which I also won’t have the liking to mention) have a need for you to get 98 out of a 100 (no, also not a typo) to be able to study in Medical School for somewhat regular prices. The other departments of schools follow suit in this grading process (example: for Engineering you must get around 92.) Now what happens if you miss a grade? (like got 94 instead of 95) You either live with what you have or, repeat the “crap”…. AGAIN. You can (if you got a grade close enough) go to a Private University, but that is EXTREMLY expensive.
Well, no problem, if you didn’t have to MEMORIZE every single thing! (no matter how small or big, stupid or pointless.) As you can unveil from my writing, there is little study compared to the memorizing that must be done. For example, not only do students have to memorize the laws (formulas) but they must memorize the proof of the laws (not all laws), and how the law came to be (from using other laws) and they, in some cases, must implement the law while solving the problem (usually a physics or math problem.) Speaking of proof let me move on to the history of “crap”, so maybe you could try to fathom the evil of “crap”.
Like I wrote in the beginning of the article, every evil contraption has a history, whether thou beith tangible or not. Evidently, from my immeasurable time on the internet, Napoleon I (the I stands for first, not his autism15) had the glory of inventing this evil instrument of evilness…….. and apparently “crap” entered into the territory of the middle-east through the hands of the despicable 16French when they despicably entered and occupied the non-despicable lands about the middle-east. Well, “that” was around the 1940s…… That’s old. I saw someone write, “Here they are[ the students], at the tender age of 17 or 18, coming face to face with a dinosaur, which for all practical purposes should have become extinct by now.” Now why do you think the relatively SAME curriculum is implied in 2009 and will probably be used for the same amount of time it had strived in the nightmares of the middle-eastern people, which is an estimate of 70 years? Don’t look at me; I got no idea, not even a meager idea
15(according to my searches, many people aren’t sure what mental issues Napoleon had)
16(I mean no offence to the French, except in the time of the beastly occupation)
Ok, solutions? You got 3 options. 1. You do the “crap” 2. You do it in another country 3. You live like a hobo. Very little choice, most people tend to go with the first option, because they don’t know any better. Lots of people think that “crap” is a gift to the world and humanity as it is. They really don’t know any better, and if they did, they either don’t want, or they can’t leave the country to do High School somewhere better and come back to the middle-east. In almost all options the power is in the hands of the leading family members (usually the Father of the family or both the parents). The Father will most likely tell his son/daughter , (if any idea comes to him/her that he/she can save himself/herself from the “crap” misery), that millions of people have done “crap”17 including him, so it doesn’t come down to his son/daughter if he is going to do it or not.
Now some people might say, “Hey, you can cheat since it is so horribly hard”. That is totally OUT of the question. Most countries have a Fort Knox for the test questions, and a very foolproof strategy when it comes down to concealing any information of the exam until the time is right (which of course is exam time) Any attempts of stealing, cheating, etc of the testing information or anything of proximity, will be punished severely, with the right to a ******. Let’s not say more of the results.
Now let’s pretend together that you have a son, and you want to let him do “crap”. First you’re going to have to send him to school, which isn’t as easy as to simply sign him up at some school, but that is a different topic. There are competing schools for “crap” and each one was made to traumatize and stress out the student as much as the laws of the Earth allow, but at least they will get it done at the least, providing that your son still remembers who you are. In some countries the schools are known nationwide (like some kind of company or something), and families from all of the country send their kids to these “Corporation- like” schools. Not only that, but instead of them giving you money for the pressure, and loss of your son for a year, most of them necessitate exuberant funds18 to help you cram crap into your sons cranium. Of course they do help, but it is still too much, because not only do you have to send them to school, but also you need to pay for tutoring. Now is the silly part. Your son comes home from school, he needs to eat fast because the tutor is coming in an hour, now YOU as the parent have to worry (worry more I mean). The teacher, being a regular “show-off” AND having a lust for cash, will charge you some more exuberant payment for he is not a regular tutor; he is a gift to humanity.19
Now I think I wrote too much, this is enough for now. Enough so you can understand what “crap” is, because I am planning on using it time and again in the “Diary of ME!”
18(a lot will ask for money more than once, for different reasons, but not all, I don’t want to be mean)
19(at least in his view, though lots of people are totally oblivious to the fact that he just wants your cash)
THIS IS ONLY AN INTRODUTION TO THE TERM “ BACALORIA “ SO YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE OTHER POSTS! AND I KNOW IT IS A BIT LONG……..
Resources used for Article: Same as the ones used on “Introduction to Diary of ME!” plus, about 3 cups of lemonade, a bit of Pringles that weren’t mine, and time- lots of time.
Estimate Time of Laboring (fun laboring): A couple of hours each day for 4 days.
Introduction to Diary of ME! October 15, 2009
Ok, this is going to be a kind of rough description of how I am “planning” to write my Blogs “Diary of ME!” *
First of all I will not be writing a typical type of diary, where I explain every single little detail and/or thought, no, I have no intention of boring your brains out. Other than the fact that doing that is quite boring, for you and me, I don’t have the capability to remember all those details for those peeping toms. I am also planning with my friend that we share this blog, that is for another time though, just keeping you in updated.
Secondly I will try to be as humorous as I can, which, by the way, is much simpler in real talk ( it isn’t that easy for me to put it in words, well I can but you wont get it, so that wont be much funny to the readers)
Thirdly I will not be actually telling you about the whole day, most likely just a scene of the day, or the main thing that happened to me, or that I saw ( for my age, I have seen too much, and NO, I am not cliche’ing’, it’s true!). The main reason I want to blog this is because of all the crap that is happening in my stage of life1 and all the other crap I have to endure, it is too much for any human o_O
*( You notice how much of uncertainty is in that sentence? well, I underlined them just incase)
1( Bakaloria, but we can get to that later, as in : “Different article” type of later not later in “this” article, you should be realizing how much I like getting the idea to you accurately )
Fourthly 2 I would just plainly want to catch up on my writing skills, since I dont have much of an English talking-using environment around me, I mean that as an insult by the way, an insult to where I live 3
2 ( I just learned that fourthly is actually a word from the proof reading in firefox, I am starting to like this :D )
3 ( I would say more, but I have no desire for getting throw into a hellhole, but I will try to pass on the idea * cough * non directly * cough * if you get my meaning through my bloggings )
Fifthly 4I got the idea of the cute mini numbers, a.k.a (Superscript), from reading Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud, which I really enjoyed and recomend you guys to read, it is really great ( for those guys that dont have the resources to be able to buy/touch/think/read the book, send me a message * cough * you get what I mean?)
4( new word added to brain, again, thanks to firefox 5)
5 ( I prefer Opera over firefox by the way, but I got reasons for using WordPress on firefox * cough *, but firefox is second to Opera, just in case someone here is a firefox love)
I also plan on using the superscripts depending on the readers opinions about it, and of course, this might sound a bit nooby 6 but I do appreciate any constructive criticism or advices, that can be brought to my attention ( apparently, the attention of others too) to help me on the road of blogging and help you on the road of ,,, well,,, reading funny blogs.
6 ( Noob: A “nice” swear word, used when someone gets frustrated/angry/funky/fervented/pissed or for /fun/no reason/noobishness/showing off the ability to have a vocab, towards the victim of the cursing/swearing that probably never did anything wrong/was innocently watching the game ( or whatever it was)/didnt know he did ( or is doing) something wrong/hacker/a real noob a.k.a newbie ( I mean it as”new to the game” )/a guy\gal who just relishes in the displeasure of others: Word is derived from Newbie Example Sentences : “HEY NOOB, GET OFF THE SERVER”, “Ha Ha-Ha Ha, nooooob“, “this might sound a bit nooby 6“)
I also want to explain the future things I am “planning” to do on my blog, even though this has very little to do with my post. I am planning to link links of some of the things I really enjoyed, as in, blogs, ebooks, posts, idea, news, blah blah etcetera etcetera etcetera. Plus other extras which I haven’t thought of yet O-O, but are already thought of in future tense!
Well that is all for now, till the next summoning!
Resources used for Article 7: PC ( including keyboard, all the things in the case, mouse (including battery) and screen), Electric, Net, Friend’s advice, ASK Company ( or something like that ), Body ( including hands and head and eyes), Brain, Knowledge , WordPress (duh), and most importantly THE CRAP THAT I CANT ENDURE! ( but you are going to endure in my future Articles Muahahahhaa!)
Estimate Time of Laboring (fun laboring): About an hour or so
7 ( I hope you saw that I capitalized the A in article! to show how much I think of my Article, see,, I did it again !)