After today...

 You know what happened? You don't so I'm gonna tell you.

Today I had my practical exam for AS level Physics. I dunno about UK people, but outside the UK we have our exams in different venues, and almost always not in our school. I had this exam in this school called St. Joseph or something. For this paper there were three sessions of the same exam; morning, noon, and afternoon. I was unfortunately on the afternoon session, so I had to come at 10 am and wait there until 3pm, take my exam, leave at around 5pm.

Now, this St. Joseph's school is one of the best schools in the country. So I think OK, it's not gonna be that bad waiting 5 hours in here. TURNS OUT that they made us wait in one classroom! We were all jammed in there and I thing I've gone deaf!

Then I had to go to the bathroom, and remembered something: that THIS IS AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL, means 0 LADIES' RESTROOMS, 0 MIRRORS, AND 90% URINALS!!!

WTF! D:

I didn't have to pee in the urinal (couldn't have even if I tried, it's not like I have the aim =.=), there was a "normal" toilet but it was still weird and smelt of penis, so that was one of the most disturbing urinating sessions ever. And haven't you seen what happens to a girl when she is separated from her mirror reflection? BAD BAD THINGS. (Refer to Tawni Hart in the episode "Cookie Monsters" of Sonny with a Chance.)

The exam was pathetic, we had to hang a wooden rod on different width of paper strips, which was really stupid and not so hard, but a pain nonetheless! =.=

About the 5 hours... 7 including the exam... In this time I was able to meet a lot of new people. They were different in their own ways; a lot of diversity, a lot of colors, a lot of everything. And my conclusion?

...

WHEN AM I FLYING OUT OF THIS COUNTRY?!

I don't hate Bangladesh. I don't hate Bengali people either. I actually met some cool people. Unfortunately I also saw a lot of rubbish, and there is no way I can stay here at this stage any longer.

February is the month when I'll be leaving for good for a long-term period. So until next Valentine's, I shall cross my fingers, work damn hard, kill loads of some people, and shoot any boy who tries contact with me.

WAIT UNTIL NEXT VALENTINE'S TO BE NORMAL AGAIN.

~Faty