third day of midyear exam.

You know what fellas? I feel like I haven't expressed myself fully here. I mean, 10 minutes on every blog is literally why so. And it feels like I'm stalking him now- you know? Faron. LOOK, am I really going to talk about him on every blog? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Anyway, he won the competition he had yesterday. Uh. Idk whether he got first place or what but he got the trophy. Not the real real trophy, just the small, plastic one. Uh. I actually had history exam today (the hardest exam ever known to man) and we had an hour before test starts so I studied with my friend. Tell me why I saw him playing monopoly with his friends. Listen, I'm not like stopping him. Like why would I?? But with him still like that, HE'S STILL GETTING AN A. I'm so done with this bro. Anyway, before I'm getting more into today's story, let's talk about the exams.

HISTORY EXAM:
Not good. It's was so hard that I actually forgot all of the questions. Like actually. What the hell did I just did in that test. Either way, I'm prolly getting a C. 

BA EXAM:
Nah bro, nah. I'm cooked, stirred, burnt. What the heck was that. You know, there was a question something about mufrad? Mufidath? Something like that and I changed the word into a singular. YOU GET IT RIGHT? Ok,ok. I'll explain in English. Imagine a test with question giving you these words:
Cycling:______
Walked:______
Ran:_______
But, in a language you can't understand. In my case, Arabic. I literally wrote:
Cycling: Cycle
Walked: Walk
Ran: Run
"Well what's the problem?" THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE TO MAKE A SENTENCE. I'm cooked. Fellas, just pray for me istg.

Now, lets get more detailed about my day. About... My crush, who is not my crush anymore. So let's call him Fellala. Leave that name be. It was after school, I was in class with my friends. Since school's end 5 minutes ago, others already left and only a group of boys and my friends are in the classroom. We were just stalling since the school ended early, talking about how's the test and so on. And when it's time to head back, we all walked along the balcony/hallway. Mind you, next to my class his Fellala's class. So we walked and then his friends blocked the way talking their nonsense. 

And I was in front of my friends, so I stood there about 3 seconds before I dashed through the space. Ok, a little bit of  detail, he his friend blocked the wall not like they were ACTUALLY blocking it. One of his 'big' friend were hogging at the balcony's end. And the door to his class were opened so basically seems like we had to squeeze through to get to the other side. Alright, the reason I didn't close the door of his class was because I could see he was standing at the door with his friends. Idk what the hell were they doing. And like I said about his 'big' friend hogging at the balcony's end, his friends called him, "Hey Adam, get out of the way, some people want to get through." Is what I heard. But nah, I wasn't waiting that long, I opened the door to his class (making a way) and dashed through. In the corner of my eye I could see him standing exactly at the door. Since he's white, he's like a highlighter comparing him to his friends. So I knew that was him. My friends followed behind me. And that's all.

Alright, time to move on now yeah? It's evening (5p.m.) at the time I'm writing this, so good evening fellas! Pray for me in my exams! (Took 25 minutes for this one. Literally ruined my plan)

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