not a very good week...
aa and elloas the title intimates: not a very good week. i shall begin my tale of woe with my exam-bio module one, tuesday. having taken the exam last summer (twas a resit) i had become quite comfortable with my usual pace as it had afforded ample opportunity to complete and check over la paper. but not this time. when the rather unnecessarily vocal invigilator announced that we had '6 minutes left', i had yet to complete about 3 sides. id say thats about 5 questions, but i forget. so having until then written with meticulous detail, as my teachers had encouraged (i blame them), i then had to resort to the scribbling of 2 line answers and hoping for the best. drat. and id jolly well revised the stuff too n dont want to have to do it again:P.
then a couple of days ago i had the most terrifying experience (well, second most) in my life. i shall refrain from revealing particulars (if you really want to know, you gotta call me) but suffice it to say it left me shaken to the core. people say your rukaya every day. trust me.
and last but not least, i had the letter from cambridge today-saying i hadnt got in. well it said it in some jolly exasperatingly flowery euphamistic (if thats a word) language about how they were so impressed with me (:P) and had to reject me because there weren't enough places and great competition, etc etc. hmph. you know if theyd rejected me at the beginning i wouldnt have cared half as much seeing as i didnt apply with the expectation of getting in, but when you're gona pool a girl and get her bally hopes up...:P. ah well, duas please that i get into my original first choice: kings! looks like i ain't joining the ranks bikey:(.
o and to add a new point, we had another 'dawat' at our house today. honestly, tis getting ridiculous. i was again told-today. went half mad trying to get food together. i mean last time we had shopping so i managed to get some cooking together, but this time we had a box of frozen (cooked) chicken and a load of parathas and samoosas... and 8 male mouths to feed. and the chicken took life too defrost. was sitting there praying 'allah amader ijjot rokkha koro!' (translation: o Allah preserve our dignity!'). alhamdulillah, the Lord is often pretty swift in response and we had more than enough, though not half as good as last time. i guess that was made up for by the dessert-mb brought home a truckload and mrs A had made some firni. o speaking of which, people, bb and nas are being officially rechristened (you lot havent provided me with an alternative term) MR AND MRS A. just for future reference;).
oki me off. tc everyone.
ws, love & duas
dazey xx
posted by dazey @ 9:43 PM
7 Comments:
oh you poor moo, wish I was there - man being away from you guys is gunkadociously atrocious.
Luv ya
Nas
Can't exactly call you up to find out what left you all shaken up, but you have my dua's anyway.
Poor thing... and having to cook o top of it all!
But, as a good friend once said to another good friend: Cheer up, Charlie!
:D
is that y u rang me on fri??? sorry ive not bn answering calls coz still got flu - eveyrthing ok now? will ring u iA wen got voice back...
shame abt cambridge, bt who wants to join the legion of ponces anywayz?! well... guess u did... hmm, nvm, london's better iA. i hear its the thing to do ;)
nxt time u shud make nab&naz bhaia cook up a storm themselves. shocking stuff exploiting their only sis wen u hav exams as well...
tc&ws luv xXx
Awwww Dazey! I'm so sorry :( I was really looking forward to having you there next year :(. And Ponces??? Whatever! How exactly am I a ponce, huh?
iA you'll get into Kings and can come and visit me all the time instead ;)
take care, chin up,
Wassalamu alaikum wr xxx
watho aa
ah what is more cheering than to find a bunch of wellwishers commenting on your woeful blog!
mrsA:gunkadociously-another to add to the ol' vocab ;).
o dear how do i leave flynn out of la scary experience story? i basically had a bit of a close encounter with our fellow jinns and was left a TAD cold...
pink: no worries, i figured you probs didnt have a voice to speak with. iA will talk soon. there was another unrelated matter to be discussed also. o and me bros dont make me cook. they say 'o u dont have to' and 'if u have the time'. but if i dont help the dawat's clearly gona be a shambles and r ijjot will go phut.
bikey tis quite a draaaaag to not be able to join-but clearly Allah knew id do better elsewhere! but u know pink, altho its trendy to go london, dya rekon we cud survive the place? dekha jak...tho manchester wanes in appeal i must say seeing as everyone is leaving. hey dya rekon camb has anything along the lines of clearing (not likely)?
tc ws xx
Those Cantabrigians broke my heart too some years ago when they sent me that rejection letter from clearing. I went to London (won't mention college) and well, kind of moved mountains there... That same Cambridge came begging at my feet with a full scholarship (with a desperate letter even mailed to one my referees to coerce me into joining Trinity) after the first degree... With some reluctance, it was my turn to reject them in favour of another big gun, whose package was even more attractive.
Moral of the story: it certainly ain't the end of the world. Persevere at your next-best option, and Cambridge will come soliciting for you.
Good luck.
oops...by clearing I meant pooling.
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