Composition: My School

The name of my school is The Purely Indian School. My school is in Garhoud. My school is full of Indians. My school has a big playground, that they use as parking space for our school buses. I love my school very much.

Remember how they made us write compositions in first grade? I thought I’d write my essays on my family like a composition. I’m done with the ones on my parents, and let’s see how much more I can finish before Ramadan. Most of the jokes are exclusive to the Gulzads though and the posts I’m done with already are a little too long, so I might add photos to make them bearable. I don’t mind anyone masturbating to photos of Abu, but if I post any other pictures, I might password protect them.

Thank you for your time. It was a complete waste.

dum dum di dum

I’m supposed to be studying right now, so obviously I thought I’d waste sometime here.

We have a visiting professor, and since there is a humungous possibility of me failing Management Accounting, I’ve taken some time off work this week and have been spending the whole day at school. The morning classes are so different from the ones in the evening -so much more fun:( I wish I had gone to a normal college. And its not just the part where I get to have fun with all my classmates/friends (surprisingly, the whole class knows my name – and here I thought I was succeeding at being the least popular girl in class), I also love how there are more discussions on what we’re studying. The evening classes are so dull.

I think I’m giving this more thought than I usually do because I’m not enjoying my job. And because its late and I should be in bed right now, but its about time I started studying. And because I like attending class but I hate having to study for exams. And because I have a whole month to go before I’m done with my exams.

Ok bye.

Here We Go Again Contd.

So I’ve had a few classes of all 4 subjects I’m taking this year and I can’t decide on a least favorite.

Introduction to Business & Management – Our first professor for this course was called P.J. Matthew. With that name, how can you even expect me to take him seriously? The first class he talked about how we would have to do case studies every week and blah blah. And the second week, he actually gave us a case study for homework. I gave him my ‘wtf’ look, and explained to him that I hadn’t done a single assignment in the last two years, and I wasn’t planning on doing any this year and the next. He laughed this off. As if I was joking. We’re not on joking terms ok? Now we have a different professor, who’s kind of cool, only we have class on a Saturday afternoon, and that sucks. I can’t wait for 2010.

Auditing and Assurance, Financial Reporting and Management Accounting – I have the same professor for all three of these courses, and I can still not tell them apart. Each course is as boring as the other. And our professor is a Pakistani who’s worked and studied in the UK. Whenever we start a class, his accent is sooooooo fake British I can’t help but laugh. Slowly, he gets back into his Punjawbi accent, and I can still not help but laugh! But he’s a nice guy.

I have mixed feelings about my classmates. Some are nice, some plain weird. There’s the guy who breathes really loudly – I was sitting next to him once, and I kept checking his face throughout the class to see if he had dozed off. I now refer to him as the snoring duuude. Also, his default facial expression is like mine in all my pictures – as if he’s worried. Then there’s the guy with the tight jeans, the guy who’s a little too cool for me and I’m always so lost when he tells his jokes. Thing is, usually when someone tells a joke, they pause after the joke which is when they expect you to laugh. This guy doesn’t. So I laugh at all the wrong times. Ugh. Then there are a bunch of Indian girls who gossip throughout the class. Seriously where do they get so many topics from?

We have our College party this Friday, and I’m so sure its going to be a waste of time. Atleast for us Sobia. Let’s not go? If you’re still not convinced, I have five words for you – I F T A R!