Maths lesson
We got back the results of our mid-year exam. It was atrocious. Paper 1 was out of 26 and the highest mark anyone got was 16. I got 3. A friend of mine got zero marks. Technically, it wasn’t really our fault. I mean, no one had the time to revise! We all revised (more or less) for our GCSEs, but not for the mid-year’s. We thought the paper would be pips and we’d all pas with flying colours.
It is amazing how wrong we were.
When our teacher was giving us back our papers, we just laughed ‘cause it was so funny. Seriously, come on! 3 out of 26? That’s bad but it’s hilarious. So there we all were, giggling hysterically (like we do) when the teacher started going on about how bad our results we were and why are we laughing, go on and laugh then! Go and laugh now! Why isn’t anyone laughing? I give you the permission to laugh! Then she walked out of class to go and get the OHP, and just before she left this one cracked up laughing and she heard it.
As soon as she was out the door we all just laughed manically and swapped results (and more laughter). It was quite funny how bad the results were. We have the capability to achieve A*s, but because nobody revised we all pretty much failed.
We got a HUGE lecture from Miss Maths when she came back. She looked about ready to cry. “Where is this attitude going to take you in life?” she asked us.
Silence.
No one said a word. She asked for an explanation and we all sat there, lifeless.
It was very very bad. 
Lunch
We played Chinese Whispers whilst eating, the events of the morning forgotten. It was quite hilarious, actually. What started off as, “Osama Bin Laden is hidden under my closet” ended up as “Mustafa has a tuna fish baby in his womb.” Don’t ask me how.
We laughed and laughed and laughed at Mustafa’s stories, he’s so much fun. I cannot remember for the life of me what we were talking about, but I was laughing so hard I had trouble controlling my breathing. 
After we finished lunch we walked off to class to put our lunch bags away and what not, when Mustafa and The Loud One decided they wanted to do the Signature dance:
(Warning: contains music.)
So Mustafa was the Asian dude aur The Loud One was the other dude, and y’know the bit where they bang into each other at the beginning? Well, my lot bumped into each other and Mustafa goes, “Oh, teri ph*ddi.” It was so bad but so brilliantly funny.
They are both rubbish dancers but fantastic entertainers. 
Later on…
After the dance I went to the school library and did my stuff there (I am the Head Librarian, ooh!). However, I really really needed to go so I pegged it (or walked slowly) back to class, with the intention of dropping my stuff on my desk and going to the bathroom. However, my evil plan was foiled.
As soon as I opened the classroom door, The Twins (not really twins, just best buds who always hang out with each other) grabbed me and announced ke I was getting married to Mustafa RIGHT NOW. I willingly dropped my books on to the nearest table and let them get me ready (i.e let them stick some other girl’s scarf over my head to act like a ghoonghat-the veil bit they stick over the face to cover it partially or whatever).
I wrote about the incident in my scrapbook (very scruffily, may I add) and I was very soppy about it all. 
Nuriyah PROMISED me she will write the post and explain all the details of my wonderful, wonderful marriage (HAHAHAHA), so I, unfortunately, cannot blog about it.
However, I can tell you that we are going to Barbados on a mission to “increase the Muslim population!” HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!
Ooh, I’m waiting with bated breath *giggles madly*.
Citizenship
It was in this lesson that Miss Head taught us about the history of Israel and Palestine (blimey, that woman knows a lot!). She was explaining ke the downfall of the Muslim ummah is because of lack of education and knowledge.
I must say, I agree.
From there, Nuri and I started discussing men (as in our dads and brothers and what not) and I told her about my father. How he always used to say to us that we have to become architects! We have to become lawyers! Barristers, judges, we have to be SUCCESSFUL-yet he won’t even let his oldest child go to college. How the chadey are we supposed to be successful without even having been to college? How does he expect us to create a future for ourselves with no education behind us?
My Taya-ji was lecturing me the other day (he does not do it often, but when he does it is ace) and he was talking about my dad not letting me go to college and he goes, “Is your dad gonna buy a house for you? Is your dad gonna work for you? Is your dad gonna pay for everything you do?” And then he said something along the lines of: your dad doesn’t understand. He’s not gonna do everything for you, he has to let YOU do it. He has to put his faith and trust in you and let you learn to do things for yourself. And so what if you make mistakes? Everyone makes mistakes, he can’t stop you from living your life. So on and so forth.
Anyway, Nuri then decided that the ummah is messed up due to men who don’t let their women get an education because they are scared their sisters/daughters will get involved with men (for PETE’S sake!). So basically, we shall put the blame on men and that is the end of that.
HOWEVER, this is not all men. Just some really…ARGHHHH ones who need some sense knocked into them. Many men are quite nice and kind and helpful and help little old ladies cross the road and yada yada yada. (This includes Sami Bhaiyya and Biscuit-ji for being ever so helpful and lovely to me .)
Maths lesson (again)
All was fine with Miss Maths. She’d cooled down. :]
We started discussing all the companies that support Israel (thanks to Citizenship) and we were absolutely AGHAST to find that Disney was one of these companies! DISNEY! ARGHHHHH!
When Miss Maths told us a collective gaps went up around the class, and murmurs of shock and astonishment could be heard. This is terrible. DISNEY! Okay, so I’m 16, but I still watch Disney Channel! It’s a cool channel! Bloody chadey, this is terrible.
Sigh.
What a day it was.
By the way, which one is the rude one? Chada or chadee? Or…erm…I dunno. Chadey? Eh? I’m confusing myself now. One of those words mean underpants (which is what I was saying throughout the post) and one of them is a very bad word. I just can’t remember which one is which, it’s so confusing, they’re so alike! Arghh!
Love, Falak
PS. The post I wrote appeared on Biscuit’s blog! Check ittttt!
