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 politely waited about 15 minutes until she did. Maybe I reminded her of them, I am not sure why she started talking about them in the first place.
The CA of my dorm home: "Your name's what again?"
"Nour"
"huh..??"
"Nour!"
"nor?"
"Noo..NOUR"
"Nur?"
"NOUR.. You know what, just pronounce it the way you can, no pressure"
"Haha, OK, sorry... And you are from?"
"Kuwait"
"Where?"
"KUWAIT"
"Oh ok,, and that is in...?"
"The middle east. In Asia."
"Oh, like, where Iran is?"
"Yeah, right next to it"
"OH! Ok, Nour, I got an email about you! they told me you were moving in here, I have about 6 people moving today, but you are the only international student on this floor."
Our CA is cool. He hangs around the living room sofa almost all the time, very lazy and comfortable about it. He also loves to talk. He is a student too, getting a PhD in Occupational Therapy, he said. Apparently, he is in charge of making sure no one is breaking the rules.
We start classes on Monday. I registered for five classes (psychology, math, food science, English writing, and introduction to music) hopefully it will all be good. The four hour English test I took yesterday gave me the "No English classes required" score,which is good. Also, it has been raining a lot here. The weather sometimes gets humid, and the minute after its sunny and hot, and then hours later its raining again. Its a weird climate. Always carry a jacket just in case.
Later that night, someone knocked on the door at my parents. I asked who it was (in what I thought could be a masculine voice) but no one answered. This freaked me out because they rang the bell, and knocked, twice, all in different times. But this is not Kuwait, I can't just open the door to anyone who knocks! It is not safe here. Plus, my parents have a key so they would not need to knock on anything for me to let them in. It is 9 p.m., and I am home alone. This could be the last post I make before this stranger decides to break in and kill me. if anything does happen: please bury me in the Super Man T-shirt my brother, Ismail, stole from me this summer because he was too cheap to buy his own from the Virgin Megastore for 8 KD.
I really miss everyone back home. I still didn't make any friends, what a loser. 10 p.m. here, 6 a.m. in Kuwait. Time for McDonald's.
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 politely waited about 15 minutes until she did. Maybe I reminded her of them, I am not sure why she started talking about them in the first place.
The CA of my dorm home: "Your name's what again?"
"Nour"
"huh..??"
"Nour!"
"nor?"
"Noo..NOUR"
"Nur?"
"NOUR.. You know what, just pronounce it the way you can, no pressure"
"Haha, OK, sorry... And you are from?"
"Kuwait"
"Where?"
"KUWAIT"
"Oh ok,, and that is in...?"
"The middle east. In Asia."
"Oh, like, where Iran is?"
"Yeah, right next to it"
"OH! Ok, Nour, I got an email about you! they told me you were moving in here, I have about 6 people moving today, but you are the only international student on this floor."
Our CA is cool. He hangs around the living room sofa almost all the time, very lazy and comfortable about it. He also loves to talk. He is a student too, getting a PhD in Occupational Therapy, he said. Apparently, he is in charge of making sure no one is breaking the rules.
We start classes on Monday. I registered for five classes (psychology, math, food science, English writing, and introduction to music) hopefully it will all be good. The four hour English test I took yesterday gave me the "No English classes required" score,which is good. Also, it has been raining a lot here. The weather sometimes gets humid, and the minute after its sunny and hot, and then hours later its raining again. Its a weird climate. Always carry a jacket just in case.
Later that night, someone knocked on the door at my parents. I asked who it was (in what I thought could be a masculine voice) but no one answered. This freaked me out because they rang the bell, and knocked, twice, all in different times. But this is not Kuwait, I can't just open the door to anyone who knocks! It is not safe here. Plus, my parents have a key so they would not need to knock on anything for me to let them in. It is 9 p.m., and I am home alone. This could be the last post I make before this stranger decides to break in and kill me. if anything does happen: please bury me in the Super Man T-shirt my brother, Ismail, stole from me this summer because he was too cheap to buy his own from the Virgin Megastore for 8 KD.
I really miss everyone back home. I still didn't make any friends, what a loser. 10 p.m. here, 6 a.m. in Kuwait. Time for McDonald's.
Comments
And what's Going On with me is NOTHING I can't do any thing for the next 8 or 10 days ,, :( ,,, so ask me later and i will answer it :)
Have fun there and ee don't open the door for anyone coz they will annoy u alot as the only international student in the dorm yet so, :(
And wish u the best of Luck with your classes U WILL KILL THEM AND U WILL BE THE FIRST ON THEM ,,, AND DON'T WARRY ON SUNDAY WHEN U START U WILL MEET NEW PEOPLE AND U WILL MAKE NEW FRIENDS :) ,, mu take care ,,
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