Been in St. Teresa’s for four months, India for five months
and ten months as an adult, though I can still feel the adolescent in me. This post is about all that.
Maybe a bit long post, but if you know me, I know you will
read through.
I miss my parents, sisters, friends and Jeddah badly. I am
at my Mom’s place. It is here that I update my blog. I can’t write regularly
even if I want to. In the hostel I am too busy or lazy to write. I am going
back to the hostel in two days and I thought I need to update things here
before I go back.
I have my Semester exams going on. Ignoring that, I am going
back home on 18th of next month. Yeah, after S-I-X months! Will be
back home in 38 days. Insha Allah.
I have come to love the number ‘18’ after ‘7.’ My name
has got 7 letters, my birthday is on 7th of Jan, 1997. I made it my
favourite number when I was in tenth, when my class used to be XA7, Roll no,
07. Hah!
So.
St. Teresa’s, instead of calling it a College, I call it post-school.
As far as I have been told, this is the part of our life
where we can enjoy the most or where we must enjoy the most because after this
it is never the same. Later, you become someone’s wife, then mother and then
the generation just moves on. Doesn't mean that the happy life just ends, it
may be happier but with lots of responsibilities, losses and gains.
In St. Teresa’s I bunk less. Like very less. We are fined if
we are seen walking around, 500 Rs for just sitting in the Gym Plaza during
class hours. I have not been fined yet though. Gym Plaza is where you can relax and
have a coffee break as our mini canteen is just close. Gym Plaza is actually
our basketball court.
The reason I bunk less is not because of the fine, its cause
I am the class representative. I am the one who has to carry the attendance
register and take attendance every hour. Duh.
Bunking for me isn't jumping off the college wall or going
to Centre Square Mall.
It is relief, when I am tired of listening to ‘….The body is
leaf like, dorsoventrally flattened and bilaterally symmetrical and comes to
about 0.5 mm in length and 0.25 mm in breadth…’ Here, I can be a teacher too.
My Mom knows I bunk certain classes, she doesn't have an
issue until it affects me in a negative way. She understands, who can sit for
two hours listening to one super fast express read out from the text about creatures
we can’t see with the naked eye? Why, I could be a teacher too.
Zoology, two hours. I run to the hostel. Slowly sneak in and
go to my room. Call Mom and tell her, “It’s Zoology and it’s the same whether I
sit there or not.” I never miss Chemistry classes, because the tutor is good at
fixing the topics in my mind. Coming from Humanities background, who knew I
would kinda like Chemistry?
I don’t want to be a part of those who wanna sit in the
class whether they understand or not and in the end doesn't even score well. And
their attendance goes like
Xania Yas Zas | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | P | Ab | P | P | P | P | P | P | P |
That ‘Ab’ you see right there, I am sure they are still crying at
it.
Before joining St. Teresa’s few said ‘girls become bold,
like very bold after joining St. Teresa’s’, someone told my Mother ‘The boys are
scared of the girls from St. Teresa’s.’ Enough for my Mom to freak out.
LMAO. Like seriously. There’s nothing as such. Nothing’s like the way it looks from
outside.
Adult life. I can say my thoughts have matured a bit or at least I still don’t think of dumb impossible
things, the people I like and love and the way I think about certain people also
have changed. I used to prefer people
who are a kinda soft or introverts but now I prefer more of the strong or kinda extroverts, not extreme
either. I like people who speak up
opening their heart and share their feelings. When you listen to them you know
they aren't lying and their words are true.
Yeah. I have got such friends too. Rest, it’s the same.
Right now, I don’t wanna think of what’s to come
in future or what was life few months back, because the either makes me sad or
scared or both. Right now, let me complete the next two years and wait for the goodness in store for me.
I write about me here not because I want the public to read about my life, I know they don't even care, but because I can mostly put up everything I feel and experience in a better way when I write. And behind my each post, I write for certain people to read. And also the people I believe read my blog, are the people I write the posts for.
Ending with my sister’s quote. “On the path to your dreams you may come across temporary unhappiness. Dare to go on and at the end of the road your dreams will sparkle more than anything else you behold. Trust Allah. All the pain will be worth it.”
I received her quote as a message on 31st of August 2015 at 11:05 AM, a day after her wedding anniversary. Quote’s value says the previous statement.