Saturday, May 06, 2006

Sanaa Iqbal, 8 - 11 G3

So I've been reminiscing a lot today. About my years in, The Cambridge High School Dubai.. Obviously now, the name has changed to, The Cambridge International School.. It changed before I left actually..

I've been looking through all my files of work I have, since grade 8.. I think I got really teary, looking at it all.. It gave me the warmest feeling ever.. Just to see all of that again, and to just feel.. hmm.

I found all these essays, pieces of random writing..exam papers, everything and anything possible that I did in the years I was there.. And It brought tears to my eyes. I was so content then. So happy.. I mean, I am definitely now.. But something goes missing.. I found this drama script, that me and these 4 other girls had to act out, in year 10.. I think. It was called, "Attack of the Tame Tigers.." And it was so hilarious. Oh, and for the record, I played a gay man. Who fell in love with his girlfriends best friend, who was liked a woman, who was secretly an alien. Yeah.. Don't ask. But, it never mattered what we did, or what grades we got at the end of the day.. All that mattered was that we had a blast.. and that we never thought about the future. We never thought bout anything serious.. It was fun. Innocent and just.. Amazing. Yeah, we'd talk about all the crushes we had, and make fun of the others..It was just a part of being all "girlie" and all.. sad! lol.! We all had our own little groups, who we used to sit with in break time.. I still remember, sitting there, in the girls' covered area.. putting my head down on my bag, whilst Abz came behind me, and kicked my butt, to ask me if I wanted some flake. Then suddenly I'd get this sick feeling in my stomach, because we'd have french the lesson after, and I'd have to present something or another.. Or even, just talk in french. I'd get so nervous.. He he!! I used to try and miss as many classes of French, as I could.. Though I still came out with a pretty decent "C" at the end! =)

I guess it's just the whole process of going through "high school".. Sigh!! Anyways, I just thought I'd share my little sentimental/emotional thoughts with you!

1 comment:

Azarakhsh said...

Mango spray, madame didiere. Never forget the mango spray. Or any of the following:
1- The journey of faeces
2- Cats
3- Break time chocolates
4- Forcing you to eat an apple
5- French speaking cards B + C

and many many more precious pages of memory.

take care,
Wakhshi