A.I.S.

“The person whose problems are all behind them is probably a school bus driver”

So dawned the day of my last day as a sophomore. I turn up my ipod as I sit in the cramped, elementary school infested bus as it drives through the busy streets of Cairo to Qatamya, one of my last trips of the year. AIS, the fortress of doom, looms out above the sand dunes surrounding it. It is an oasis of stress, torture, and hilarious moments with friends. The hallways are bustling with excitement as the final minutes tick down and the pile of food brought in for end of the year parties slowly disintegrates in to a heap of empty wrappers and cardboard boxes. However, the enthusiasm for school to be finished is dampened by the thought of up coming exams. This last day of school is dedicated to asking questions about exams and to simply fool around since the classes don’t have much structure anymore, seeing as the school year is pretty much already over, if not officially yet. This is where I spent most of my time the past nine months, and I feel that I definitely need a summer break to rejuvenate my self-motivation and positiveity since I’ve slowly been going downhill this year, sinking in to a muddle of self-pity and depression.

Biggest school related event: my basketball trip to Doha
Favorite teacher: Mr. Dailey (history)
Favorite class: photography/digital imaging
Class with best grades: ESW (effective speaking and writing), A+ average!
Loyal friends: Bekah, Sarah, Priscilla, and Nowara