Saturday, May 28, 2011

Graduation Time

All I can say is Alhamdulilaah Rabil Alamiin. It took forever, but I made it. Insha'allaah it will be  a day to remember. I have come from a long distance. I started from 7th grade, I struggled all the way-down. with double-block ESL classes, to honor class After a year With the help of Allah swt It made it possible for me to score better than the white kid next to me. I hope to continue insha'allah. You' will read my University Graduation post, Stay in touch. And pray for me.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

My first crush

Yes, I still hate school, even thought I'm honor student :) . Take my words for it.  My first crush, I met him when hmm I was about 9 or 10 . But he was older then me, I guess I pick this habit of being attacked to older guys back then. Any who, I started public school at that age, and I was not comfortable  with the environment, learning with older kids, the profanity, the fighting and all of that nature. So I start  pretending I was sick. I used all the techniques I could to stay home from school. Then my mother realized I was faking. So I took the next step I start skipping.  Matter of fact my mother was a daughter of a Federal Bureau of Investigation. She founded out that I was no longer going to school. I start being miserable. On lunch time, I use to stay still. When the kids go to play and have lunch.  And there he was, to cheer me up. Honestly If it wasn't for him. I would have quieted that school. He would bring me  lunch, And xalwo. We use to  play together, spend weekends together. To him I was just like a little sister. (That what I though, till 2010) I couldn't ask for a better friend. Then I start having more (girl) friends and we kind of grew apart as play -mates.

One morning before the school started, He come running to me. I want you to meet someone he said, in a very exciting voice. I really didn't have the intention of meeting who ever it was, the game was too exciting from me.   But he come back to me after 5 min or so. And took my hand and start dragging me to our class. We stopped at the door, he put his hand on my shoulder, looked straight into my eyes, and said, you will have new student and I want you to be nice to her. (And I was waiting for something else lol). There she was siting in my spot. I am Germ-phobic. I use to clean my area. I could hold it but scream she is sitting on my spot, but I said it in Amharic, I doubt if she could understand it since she was dress like a typically Somali. He pinched me in the back. He looked at me with ill eyes and said, this is ____. She was his relative, who recently moved to the city. And yeah he liked her.  For his sake. I spend the rest of the day with her. I gave her a tour, introduced her to the class. We gave her free lunch. I made her feel comfortable. Since I promised him to keep her company. Yes, I was jealous, and afraid she might take my spot.   Till I find out she was not into him at all, and I mean AT ALL. She called him every word that is possible to insult a person with. Part of me wanted to put her face in the spaghetti, and part of me was excited to find this out. Unfortunately, me and her   became best friends. And they can't stand each other currently. They both live in UK maybe they missed me who knows.   In 2010 He called me surprisingly , and confessed a lot of things. I feel guilty I still denied.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Obama got Osama

There are varieties of reason why I don’t buy this bogus. For more than 10 years, this powerful country was looking for this guy. Sky-scraping economy, they hold the greatest technology a man can create... The “dream” land. These men are playing them like 5 year old children, even though this government has all access to all numerous things you can’t imagine. Now if you are the leader of this great country. And you are in debt over 14 trillion. However, you are spending millions and millions to find a“guy”. You have been doing this duty for 10 years it’s a shame to say you quit. It’s sad to give up hope. It’s wide of the mark to give up on your civilians without getting a revenge for them.
So, what would you do to spend no more time, to save the money to pay off your debt, make your people feel safe, and informed them that revenge is done...? “Tell them the man is dead”.
I personally didn’t believe this guy is a life. I still don’t. He was dead years ago. And “they didn’t know about this”.

Are you insane, do you know how many people did face-transplant to resemble this guys just to cover up for him? They have created all sort of mask. However “America” is late to find this out-so they are catching up. Now if this is the real case and we take their words for it, without them showing us a video, or picture. A question I don’t seem to answer is “why is his “family” not talking about it”. Don’t you think they would send a “video” like they usually do, and threaten them for a revenge of their leader? I don’t know about you, but if this is true and they still haven't  said a thing about it. I’m scared. They seem to be busy. My concern is what are they doing?
The White House had been weighing the release of photos, because they had cautioned that the photo was gruesome and could be inflammatory. I was asked by my Government teacher, what I think about them not releasing the “pictures or a video”.

Technology is a grown man nowadays. We are able to take a normal image and photo-shop it, make it the way you want it to be, make it look like you are in Hawaii, while you are in the poor’s place in earth. Give it a black eye, change the gender, and pour blood all over the face. You name it. Okay, I understand the photos might arouse angry or violent feelings, how about a video about when you were placing him in the ocean to let the sharks have a dinner. Is that still inflammatory?

I spoke with a friend, and she pointed out, the fact that American would do anything to get this man in a perfect healthy, safe and sound. It‘s absolutely true. The army said he was not carrying any weapon. Do you think they would just kill the nucleus of a terrorist? This whole movie doesn’t seem to be winning Oscar any time sooner. And who ever directed  it needs to attend acting classes immediately.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Senior Year Depression

Have you ever worked hard for something, and when it's finally there at the finish line you just feel like quitting. I have been in school for 9 years. I haven't done anything but my best. School come first and the rest would flow. I felt like I made a commitment, for sickness and for healthy till Depression or Diploma takes us a part. First semester was all about getting to college. And taking the SAT/ACT the THE /  Accuplacer. It was hectic. Then second semester began. There is nothing to do. You will find your self wondering in the middle of the afternoon. This kind of action is unusual. You will find yourself blogging in at 1:00 in the morning. This kind of action is not like you. I don't want to talk to people I use to love to talk to.I use to use my time wisely. Wake up at 6:00  Pray, make breakfast. Hit the road at 7:00 am I now find myself at the office getting tardy pass. I use to go to the library at lunch time, check out books. read the news. check my mails. Come home at 2:00. Eat, and go to the Elementary school for the  Honor Society tutoring program. Come back at 4:00 take a nap. Wake up at 6:00 pray, do homework, Then my spare time would began, go to Facebook, blog. Msn. TXT, Talk on the phone. I had something to look forward to. It's not new thing. But it was an obligation. I now feel like I'm fired from my long job. So I am seeking out for a real job that I can see the out-come. I want to be challenged again. I use to depict the image of my day. I want to get curious  and do research on weird stuff. I am tired of thinking  about my future. I am tired of staring at the wall and not wanting to do anything. I am tired of sleeping late and blogging late. I want the old me back.  I always wonder how dumb people are when I hear , they drop out of their last semester of high school. My reaction was always WHAT? All this years for one semester. Walking up when it's raining and other are in deep sleep. Waking in the sun when it's 105 degrees Celsius.   Staying up at night finishing the project or writing the essay. Studying for a test. All of the hard work for ONE LAST SEMESTER? IS WORTHY IT.  Don't judge the man, if you haven't been in his shoes. It feels like it's worthy it. But some of us are strong so we blog about it or write in our diary  or utter about  how we can not take it any more.That we had enough and want to take the next action. And others are weak so they take the action and burn their life in front of one semester.
But I am STRONG!!!! I BLOG about it, I don't BURN IT !!!