Diary of ME! Part VI
Wednesday 11\ 11\ 09
Yesterday I finished a practice French and Science Test. I have never felt so much stress since the days of 9th grade, which was like Bacaloria only for little kids. I think we are the only country who has this type of level.
I did ok on the Science and French, I was expecting much less writing, I felt like I was writing the book. For French I didn’t even memorize the Essay, but in the test I started making up sentences of my own! Do not think they will give me any marks on those though.
Today I studied only 1 hour, from an average Syrian student of 7 hours. People also suffer like this in Iraq by the way. I am too bored to do much studying, barely able to focus on this article (I am writing this after school, still bored though.)
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Today I learned of the ignorance of the French teacher.
I was in a French lesson. The guy infront of me has a HUGE tendency of turning over to talk to me and chat, and no matter how much I try to make the teacher think it is his fault, he blames it on me with either a stare that you would expect from a basilisk or a little yelling. Today though, he actually filled a written complaint of which included the words “Excessive chatter “ though the complaint was after threatening me to be kicked from the class, but he literally, just spontaneously stopped threatening me and went crazy! Next thing I knew was sitting my butt on the rough metal bench outside the class. Apparently I am not worth the threats. Nor was it enough to kick me from the class and file a complaint but he went and told the class manager “how much excessive blabbering I did”, of which the class manager called me from class the next lesson and mundanely said “This is the first complaint from you my son, so I will not take action. Go and fix the cuffs of your uniform and close the chest buttons!” If there is one thing you learn from living in the Middle East it’s the ability to act apologetic when you would be laughing so hard in the inside that you’ll get diarrhea and a tomato colored face that will make it look like your constipating.
Though it turns out that the French teacher didn’t think all those things were enough because I think he could have told the English teacher to do the same thing to me, because the English teacher filled another complaint against me, “ثرثرة” which translates roughly to “Chattery” in English. The teacher saw it fit to file a complaint with the only word “Chattery” in it, why me? What did I do wrong to get teachers like this?
After all that, the same English teacher decided to write next to the complainant “Didn’t bring the English book”. Which wasn’t my fault.