Posts

Showing posts from August, 2009

The Original Sin: Finance

"I just want you to know that I'm REALLY bad at math." "NO YOU'RE NOT." "Umm, yes, I am." "No, you are not. You are participate in class, and I think you will do just fine here." "There are a lot of things I do not understand, I don't really know what pie is" "You don't have to, just memorize the number I gave you" "Do u mind if i ask an awful lot of questions during class, because I get lost a lot" "Haha! I don't COUNT how many times u ask ,so ask away. But I am telling you, You're going to be fine. I am here to help if you need anything." "Ok, thanks." This conversation helped me realize that maybe majoring in finance isn't the worst idea in the world. I've been talking to a lot of people in the finance major, and all of them have minors, most of them have jobs, and very few will tell you the math in it is hard. Prioritizing for social events is not a bi...

First Day Of Classes

Today was my first day of classes. Aaaaaaaahhhh! All I can say is I hated it. I woke up at 11 a.m., went back to sleep thinking my second alarm clock would wake me an hour later to get ready for my 1 p.m. math class. But instead of putting on the snooze button, I turned off the whole thing off by mistake. The next thing I know I wake up, and I almost peed my pants when I saw what time is was. I really needed to pee, but there was no time to shower or wear the right pair of mismatched socks. I wore a lime green shirt, but there was no time for picture-taking. I quickly brushed and ran down the street. I had no idea where I was going, but it did not matter because I knew I probably looked crazy anyway. I was fifteen minutes late on my first day. How terrible! But even if I had shown up early, it wouldn’t have made any difference since the only thing I understood from the lecture was “Welcome!” I felt like he was speaking gibberish. Then he hands out homework sheet and sent us on ou...

Firsts in The U.S.A.

• Today, I was able to purchase my first flip-flops. I hate flip-flops, and I am never without socks. I have cute feet, I admit, I just never wore slippers. And flip-flops especially are so ugly. But with this rainy Missouri summer, I love flip-flops. Flip-flops are my friend. • Today, I saw my first anorexic girl, a rare sighting that I did not think existed in rural Missouri, let alone the world. Bare and bony, with the shoulders popped out. She only looked a little miserable. I wanted to hug her without breaking her because I know how she must feel. Weight is always the issue, but also not the issue. Weight evolves into other issues. She is trying to "look" good at the cost of her well-being, and it doesn’t look good. She works at the Old Navy, if anybody would like to visit her. • Today, I purchased my very first tissue box for my very first dorm room! It was green – of course – they say green is the color of life, and I want to blow my boogers at life. • Today, I...

To Write Essays From Your Butt

god may have created two kinds of types, opposites, but as you know, opposites attract: plus and minus, electrons and protons, hot and cold, geeks and midgets. You learn to live, then you work to live, then you raise kids to live, then you die. Rihanna wasn't honest, you don't appear to actually live your life, there is no "ayyyy ayyy ayyy" in this world like her song indicated, because successful women don't take no for an answer, nor do they steal other people's work by bullying them to death. They should sue their bosses for their sexual harassment and take their place after they are fired. That is how you can complete a very long essay in college. You talk about facts that cannot be proven wrong. and keep bullshitting sentences to make the argument seem longer than it actually is.

That's Not My Name

"Am I gonna get injected? I hate injections." It's blood work day at the clinic. Nurse: "Oh, no! of course not, we just need to take some blood out.. An injection would mean I'd have to put something in." (ye3ni 6aal3a feeha). "So tell me," She continues, "How do you say your name again?" 5 minutes later.... Nurse: "When's your date of birth ..... Nour? When's your date of birth.... NOUR? TELL ME!" And for some reason I just burst out laughing after anxiously watching her do the thing to my arm and get blood out. I never thought getting an injection would make me feel so funny. Nervous reaction maybe. Well, better that than fainting. I laugh so much, I tell her my birthday. She smiles and tells me hers is on April, too. Then she goes on about her two beautiful daughters and how lucky she feels to have them. She had a big glow when she started talking about them, it seemed like it was hard for her to stop, so I pol...

Haha's Third Post

I think my legs are broken now. There is so much walking to do around campus. This morning, at international orientation, I met students from all over: Korea, China, Serbia, Argentine, New Zealand. They were all really interesting. When they found out I was from Kuwait, everyone was @@ and asked a whole lot of questions, most of them asked if it were true that the gulf region were all rich. I gave my standard answer: every society has multiple socio-economic classes, but it so happens that you will have to re-evaluate the meaning of "low-income" in a ?Kuwaiti society. After the orientation was over, they made small groups out of us, I was GROUP #9, two people were in charge of us: one American, and one Chinese. We all took turns talking about ourselves, and then took the longest tour in the world around the university.   At 3 p.m., we were all frantically running to the nearest building, it was raining... Again. We were soaked. By the time we got to a dry place, we we...

Rainy Day

“Yalla! Nour!” “INZAIN! DEGEEGA!” Thunder hits, and all of a sudden strong waters land on the floor. In Kuwait, when people sight two drops of supposed rain, they pray. I look at the rain here and know that if I stood in it for a few seconds, I probably won't have to shower tonight. We wait an hour but still, strong waters land on the floor. I think about how my brother, Ismail, stole my Superman shirt because he was too cheap to buy his own at the Virgin Mega-store for 8 KD. I also thought about how chewing gum in the US taste different than home. It's softer. I have a stack of gum, with each package containing at least ten packs. I am happy about chewing gum here. The hand soap is different. It takes me a lot longer to remove the soap here when I wash my hands. It's a little annoying, but I suppose I will get used to it. What else is this rain making me think about? The incredible amount of black people. The incredible amount of blonde people. The sad fact that the ...

My First Blog!

Since am leaving Kuwait, and I will eventually get bored of sending e-mails, I figured the best way to go is start a blog. I was too lazy to start one last year when my cousin told me to, but here I am. Yay! my first blog, I hope it interests you, even though nothing all that interesting happens most days. For all of you who have been bugging me about the number: NE6ROW! THEBE7TOONI! lel7een ma 79lt an American number, and my Kuwaiti number (for the millionith time) HAS NO CREDIT! so if I don't reply back la tez3elon, dala3 zayed! but u can still send msgs to that number, I read them all. I went to the store today to get the BlackBerry Tour, everything was fine until we got to the cashier, and the girl wanted my driver's license, I explained to her I did not have one since my wallet got stolen at the airport and basically had all my money (there goes my Ford Internship summer stipend) and cards... and life, hashtag times are hard. Dad offered her his Kuwaiti license + inte...