I’m annoyed.

Hello. So annoying.

Anyways, let’s talk about my first day back to campus since the start of the new semester.

I took pictures everywhere. So it’s gonna be like a picture journal. Kinda.

So it was my first day back on campus last week tuesday. And as expected, the place was packed. Parking structures full, confused freshman trying to make turns that they don’t realize are illegal, cars and students everywhere.

I kinda like the feeling, of the start of the new semester, when the campus is in full bloom. But I hate it too. It’s horrible finding parking.

So after driving around in a circle three times, I went to the lot I’ve never parked in before.

The Law School Parking Structure.

And oh my god. I felt like the biggest freshman on campus.

(no offense freshies)

So I’m in my car, following the car in front of me, with no idea on how the structure works.

And in my head, I’m wondering WHY THE EFFINGHAM (read two posts below…it’s the name of a city) is every structure built differently. Why can’t they all be simple, and have one simple way of going up and down???

So people like me don’t look like idiots while driving.

I follow the car to a parking spot, and got out of my car in a hurry, so I could follow the person in front of me.

I didn’t know how to exit and I wasn’t about to waste time aimlessly wandering around.

But lucky me, SOMEHOW I missed the person that came out of the car I was following. And just stood there by my car. AND wandered around for good five minutes looking for the exit stairs.

But YAYY another car!!

OH I can follow that person!!!

I’m casually standing around, waiting for the girl, from the car that just pulled up, to come out.

And of course I don’t look like a creeper while I’m standing there staring at a cement pillar, in a quiet parking lot.

Anywhosie, the girl leaves, and I like jog after her (I’m surprised she didn’t pepper spray me). And lo ! The stairs exit was like in plain sight.

Genius. I. Am.

So I’m following her down the stairs and for some reason stopped to see a funny drawing on the wall.

I don’t know what college student has the time to stand around drawing this. But apparently they did. I don’t get it. Maybe I’ll do a paper analyzing the drawing one day.

After my random pause, I exited from the stairs, only to enter a backyard that looked like some random yard.

I was so confused that I just stood there, wondering where the heck I was.

Let’s summarize. I went down the stairs, and left the structure. The girl left way before me so I have no idea where she went. I don’ t know where I am.

SO I went back up the stairs. And went to the second floor. Got confused again. Went down the stairs again. Opened the door to the outside. Stood there. Then tried going to the left. Then saw it was a dead end.

So I went back in. Went up the stairs (I did a lot of repetition that day) got off the second floor. Went down the car ramp. And took another set of stairs down.

Now I knew where I was.

I will never make fun of freshmen again.

I think it was rainy that day. Not bad though. It was nice enough. I walked through the law school building and the courtyard like area where people were standing around.

I’m almost at my destination when i see some guy (freshman..he was holding a paper that was probably his schedule or his map…psshhh such a freshie) staring at one of those big Wayne State Map thingys.

Aw. poor guy. He’s never going to figure anything out like that.

So I’m staring at the guy while walking by. Stopped. Felt bad for him. And thinking of my role as WSU’s blogger, I walked back over to him.

“Do you need help?”

“Um..Yeah..I’m looking for DeRoy Auditorium”

Woah. Dude is a long way from where he should be

“Um You need to go way back. Do you know where State Hall is yet?”

“Yes”

That sounded like a no.

“Ok well walk back that way to the UGL. And the building on the other side of the courtyard is DeRoy…etc etc”

I came across another guy that day that was also staring at the map. And feeling all cool, I walked up to him asking if he needed help.

Turns out that he was just wasting time.

Whoops.

Rest of the day was pretty fun. Other than Pipeline going down. I have never seen pipeline giving me an error message because of too many users.

The only other problem besides that was when I returned to the parking structure. I get on the elevator and go to what I thought was the fourth floor. I didn’t realize the fourth floor was broken into parts. So when I climbed up the ramp, I couldn’t find my car.

First thing.

Panic.

Second thing.

WHERE did it go?

Third thing.

What floor am I on?

Oh huh.

I took the stairs, and found my friend, the weird drawing.

Yay. My floor!

YaY my car!!!

The view was really nice from the structure. The picture was a fail.

p.s. I realize this is late advice for freshmen or anybody else, but who knows, it could help you out. Use this website to find buildings: http://www.campusmap.wayne.edu/

And the Undergraduate Library (UGL) has maps on the first floor, on the information desk (on your left hand side when you enter)

I’m walking on campus by La Pita, when my flip flop came off. Confused, I  stopped and picked up my foot and saw that my flip flop had broken.

I heard laughter while I picked up my shoe to inspect it.

It was hopeless, there was no way I could fix it and walk around in it. But they were my favorite slippers, so I stuck it in my Mary Poppins Bag (the bag that holds everything).

I looked down, decided that my jeans would pretty much cover my foot and save me from too much embarrassment.  I mean, besides from those that had seen what happened, and had found it amusing.

Not really bothered, I kept walking. My dad was around the corner of Barnes and Noble waiting for me anyways. I’d be there in another couple of minutes.

Still, I was a bit conscious when I realized that my jeans weren’t doing a very  good job covering my foot.

Oh, well.

I hear running behind me. I turned around to see a Muslim girl running toward me.

Maybe she’s going toward the garbage.

And I kept walking.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

I stopped and turned around.

“Would you like to trade shoes?”

“Huh? Um..”  But I’m missing one shoe, why would she want to trade shoes?

Still confused, I looked at her flip flops, and then lifted my pant leg to show her empty foot.

“No my friends just saw what happened. They said that your shoe broke. I can trade shoes with you”

“OH. No it’s okay.” Oh…the laughing sound I heard by La Pita was probably them.

“No really. My car is right here, and it looks like you have a bit of a walk. And it would be dangerous for you to walk without your shoe…”

“Oh no. Thank you so much but my dad is right around the corner…But thank you so much”

I hugged her, thanking her.

“Thank you again”

“Oh it’s not a problem”

And she walked away. As I kept walking happily thinking of the incident, I realized that I never asked her, her name.

Whoever she is, she is the sweetest person I have ever met.

And wouldn’t it be great if everyone was like that? I wish I had gotten her name.

Hi Guys

So this past monday I was studying in the Undergraduate Library (My self -proclaimed second home… no seriously, it basically is) on the third floor with a friend. One of the security personnel knocks at our door and enters,

“Hello ladies. Well it looks like you guys can read. It sure seems like you can read. I’m sure you can also read the signs”

“Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to have it out. I’ll put the sandwich away.”

“Yeah. It looked like you guys could read”

“I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”

So my friend puts her sandwich away, while I’m completely ignoring the security guy. See, your not allowed to eat on the third floor of the library. It’s the floor for our hardcore studying peers who will throw dirty looks at you if you are just standing with a friend. I mean, it’s so distracting when there’s two people standing 8 feet from you giving each other glances.

The thing is, I’ve been around Wayne State longer than that guy has. I was there, as Wayne State’s third floor went through all its different security personnel. And the only ones I actually felt respect or even fear off where the one’s that left my  junior year.

I was there when the third floor was a ‘chill out’ area by the entrance of the stairs. Despite having a lot more libraries, all of which are much quieter than the UGL, people just tend to migrate to the UGL. It’s like our watering hole.  So group studies, chilling time, time wastage, tutoring, finding old friends, and hardcore studying all happens at the UGL.  So the third floor was taken back for those that need to study hardcore. I don’t mind the change the third floor has gone through anymore. It makes it easier to study. Especially since it is a University.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes get annoyed with the latest batch of security people . Especially if they approach you in a rude way.

But don’t worry. They don’t go out of the way to be mean or anything. I just miss how the ones from before that would be friendly with you, but also warned you when you were acting out of hand. The ones we have now sometimes tempt me to act like I don’t speak English and have no idea what they’re saying, and make crazy hand motions and noises like I’m trying to communicate with them.

“Hello ladies. Well it looks like you guys can read. It sure seems like you can read. I’m sure you can also read the signs”

“VAT?!! VAT SAYN U?!! VAT SAYN? VATTT? Oh U de SAYn ..avat de say HI ISH? OH HIISH.”

“Ma’am I am asking you to put that sandwich away.”

“SANDUCH?Vat SANDA? Oooo U VNT FANTA? U NO ENGLZ eizer? OH not Vorry I Kann tesh u.”

“Ma’am you need to leave”

“VAT LEAF? VER LEAF? WHOSE DE LEAF? DEY Neweh GIV  leaf! CARD! HAV CARD”

“Ma’am please stop flailing you arms. Ma’am stop. MA’AM. OUCH. MA’AM”

“HELP. NO LEAF. HEPPPPP. HAV CARD. NEWEH GIV LEAFFFF!!!”

And that would be the most interesting day in the third floor’s history. Or at least I like to imagine that I would one day.

Moving on, an extended cousin of mine (who also graduated from Wayne State) is getting married this weekend (the groom actually graduated from Wayne as well ).

Come summer, and it’s weddings everywhere. But people seem to be trying different things for their weddings now. I know one friend who broke into a dance to “Jai Ho” from Slumdog millionaire with her groom for her first dance. It was definitely  not the typical Arab wedding.

So in honor of all the weddings going on and that  have happened, here are some cute, funny wedding moments. And there are better videos out there, but I’m not allowed to show one of them since a friend wants to use the idea. And you’ll have to look for the rest.

Cheers!

Wanna know something really cool (in a slightly geeky way) that goes on Wayne State’s campus?

It’s this thing called  the Wayne State’s Farmers Market.

It’ll be happening every Wednesday (started on June 3) from 11 am to 4 pm till October 28.  On Cass Avenue.

And what exactly is this ‘Farmer’s Market’?

Basically farmers from the Detroit and the surrounding metropolitan area come down to for this event hosted by SEED Wayne and sell their Detroit made or grown produce.

I was volunteering at my lab this past wednesday, when they all decided to take a walk down to the Farmer’s Market. God we were exhausted climbing down the stairs, and walking for an entire 30 seconds to the Farmer’s Market.

Farmers from the surrounding areas came down and set up in their stalls. Since the event had just kicked off, there  were only about 8 or 9 stalls. As the summer goes on, the campus area along Cass avenue, will be filled with local farmers and their produce.

I immediately checked out every stall, just absorbing all the different edibles and more on sale. They had organic bread, brick bread, cookies, vegetables, flowers, plants, fruits and I think all of it was organic.

Of course once I was done checking out the last bread stall, and mulling over whether I would want to spend money on the  oh so delicious looking  brick bread, I circled back to another bread stall.

You see, this bread vendor was selling cookies as well !

Should I go with the usual chocolate chip? Oh wait…these are made from sea salt. Is that a big deal? But I can always get a chocolate chip cookie.

I want something I can’t find anywhere else.

“Excuse me. What are those square shaped bars, next to the chocolate chip cookies?”
“Those are date bars”
“Date bars? “
“They’re made from dates, raisins and oatmeal.”
“Oh. How much?”
“Two dollars”

Huh, a bit expensive. But I like dates, and they’re definitely something I won’t find somewhere else.

And so I walked away with a brown envelope. Inside was my date bar, wrapped in wax paper. And I’ll tell you right now, for everyone that was grossed out, it was very good. But I didn’t know that until I got home.

Yummm. I want some now. I think I’m salivating.

Next thing I mulled over, were the flowers.

Oh they are so pretty.

And everyone is getting them.

Oh they have bouquets and plants too. Maybe I can get one for my mom. Or even a  friend.

There goes another guy with a bouquet
Sigh. I want one too. But I’m out of cash…stupid date bar!

Maybe if I stand and stare, somebody will feel pity on me and get me some flowers…As long as they’re not roses.

Either that or they’ll shoo me away, thinking I’m sort of bum.

Now that would be embarrassing!  …Oh strawberries!!!

So I ended up getting sidetracked. But I did remember my blog and researched a bit into the event for my readers. The event is made with accommodations for WSU students and low-income households.

Money on your WSU one card, could be used to exchange with tokens, which then in turn could be used to purchase items. Similarly, one could use the Michigan Bridge Card ( a debit card with food stamp dollar deposits).

There was a booth with a volunteer from SEED Wayne, named Will (I think). I approached Will (still not sure of his name) telling him about my blog and asking about his organization and the event. He gave me a pamphlet with his named and email (which I lost) and gave me a quick summary (I had to be back in lab).

SEED Wayne is the organization responsible for this, and several other events.

While SEED Wayne isn’t technically considered a Wayne State student organization, it’s housed in WSU’s department of Geography and Urban Planning.

They have both campus and community projects including a workshop in May, showing how to build a rain barrel, and even maintaining and growing garden beds on Wayne State’s campus.

Their goal?

SEED Wayne is dedicated to building sustainable food systems on the campus of Wayne State University and in Detroit communities. SEED Wayne works in partnership with community-based organizations promoting food security, urban agriculture, farm-to-institution, and food and fitness planning and policy development. (as taken from their website at http://www.clas.wayne.edu/seedwayne/)

So my recommendation?

Check it out. The Farmer’s Market and the organization. They both offer something really cool and unique.

So everytime I come on here to write, I look at the hacked in guest post below, stop, have a couple moments of “Errr”, get confused and end up leaving.

So I guess I should start out by acknowledging that post by my friend Sana with something MORE then an “Er”.

……..

……….Er…..Thank you for that post Sana…

You see dear readers, Sana is an American born and raised girl, who went to India to do medical school. She’ s going to be done soon. She actually left for India AFTER doing one year at Wayne State with the rest of us.

She came back this summer to visit her family here (she does this once or twice a year). And now she’s gone being from of the most clueless person(when it came to Indian culture) to being a regular Indian speaker (or at least more so then I am).

She came down to Wayne State with me this past tuesday (I had volunteer that day). As I was leaving, “Amrah, what if I get kidnapped?”

“Um. What?”

“What if I get kidnapped or something?!!”

“Are you seriously scared? Or are you joking? There’s students all around you”

“No I’m serious!”

“Seriously?? You used to go here!”

“No I’m kidding. Haha forget it seriously. Haha”

Well obviously she was being serious. But I felt as though we used the word serious way too many times, so I let it go.

“Um Sana. There’ s students everywhere. You will be fine”

Anyways it was this same, lovely girl that once was trying to convince me, as a fellow high school senior, that Wayne State isn’t going to be scary.

Now onto responding to her post. I haven’t mastered Karate or Tae Kwon Do or anything of that sort. Though, I REALLY wish that I did. I just grew up with three brothers, and we weren’t afraid to ummm argue… while growing up.

Also, I actually was not a cusser, in this language or any other. (Which is different from saying, I didn’t cuss). I actually remember the incident with Sana. Coming to America, I realized that a lot of people around me would be cussing like it’s the normal thing to do. And that’s also when I once noticed my  mom saying  damn very nonchalantly . And so I of course thought it was the normal thing to do and absorbed those words.

I didn’t cuss often but it wasn’t long before when Sana had expressed her shock after hearing me  ‘Shit” or something (Yeah she really was the goody two shoes…just the kind that everyone loved) I was immediately embarassed and stopped again.

I’ve relapsed a couple times, when I’m around friends that treat  it as no big deal (Some of you might know about this). And you’re probably wondering “What’s the big deal over such harmless words?”
I guess nothing much, I just wanted to make sure I cleared up the truth with everyone. (I’m annoying like that…I really am).

And yes, I was very happy when Sana complimented my cat. (Yes, I am obsessed with my cat. What the heck did you think when you read my bio above??!). She makes me happy. And I’ve been trying to get one since I was like 5 or 6. I’ve always loved animals.

Oh and WordPress does have spelling check. It underlines misspelled words with a red line. Maybe Sana missed it? How did you miss it Sana? You can’t get away with your execuses this time!

(And we are going to completely ignore all of my horrible grammar in this post and in any other one.

Oh and my laptop’s keyboard contributed at least a little to all the mistakes on Sana’s and all of my posts.

Graying hairs HP!  Graying HAIR!!! )

Sana used to love English. It was her strength in school. Then medical school started. And now her mind’s swimming with biology and its extended cousins.

I guess this post has kinda turned into a dedication to her, since she did the same. And she’s actually the same girl that I had started Wayne State with, as how I mentioned in this post.

She really was crazy her freshman year of college. Both her and Pooh (who can also be found in the above linked post).

The two of them found each other, and would do nothing but laugh all day in the Undergraduate Library (The infamous UGL). Oh and take pictures. (I promise we did also study in the UGL, at times)

They even played this game from the balcony of the 2nd floor of the library. I’m just going to be really nice and spare them the embarassment of informing the world what that game was.

Actually they would get so high of each other that everytime they entered the elevator to the third floor, they would look up, look at each other and burst out laughing. It never mattered how many other people were in the elevator with them.

I’ve had COUNTLESS number of embarassing moments with them on our campus.

Let me repeat. COUNTLESS.

And everytime I would groan and cover my face, they would reply,

“YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT, AMRAH ALI!”

Reminds you of the the comment left by Sana on the last post, huh?

P.S. The comma button from my keyboard is falling off. I really am starting to hate HP right now.

P.P.S  Sana made it alive, and fine out of Wayne State. She was not kidnapped or anything else of that sort. She did however, become bored and ‘hacked’ into a friend’s blog and wrote on her blog. Later that same week, Wayne State tweeted about that blog post. The owner of the blog, aka me, was slightly embarassed and confused as to what to do for quite some time.

P.P.P.S Here are some of the tags the last blog author decided were direly important: Sana, I love Sana, Sana is the coolest girl in the whole wide world.

Hey there,
Amrah doesn’t know I’m doing this. I wanted to get on her nerves give her a special surprise. I decided to do a guest post on her blog. She should know better to trust me with her computer. I hacked in. mwahahahaha.

I’ve been sitting here in the library thinking about what to do. I spent some time working on a layout for another other blog. I studied a paragraph about Community-Acquired Pneumonia. I checked my facebook one billion times even though it sickens me. I eve replied to some emails and sent some new ones out. I looked up paintballing information. And now I’m out of ideas.

I’m visiting WSU for the day but so far nobody is here and I’m Bored with a capital and bold B. I’m not completely complaining. Maybe I am. Hmmph! Oh well. I hope Amrah doesn’t get back by the time I finish this. The UGL is full of annoying people. Have I matured? I used to be the most annoying one, I should think. *shrugs*

Anyways, now.. my minipost about Amrah Ali.* Clears throat*

Amrah and I first met in the seventh grade at our private Islamic school. I like to think I’m the first friend she had there, but  for sure am the first one to speak to her. I don’t know if she liked me then, but when we parted for high school we still kept in touch. Mainly because she lived only ten minutes away. She used to swear but swearing in a different languge isn’t wrong, you know. I mean, English is my first language and Urdu my second. For some reason it’s okay to swear in Urdu, but not in English. Get it? So maybe that was how she was except she did it in English. That took me aback and  as surprised at her vulgar tongue. lol. OKay she didn’t say like the “F” word or anything. Just “shit” and “damn” which was huge for me. haha.

Check out this green jacket Amrah owns. She’s soo fashionable. WHoo whoo. I don’t know who thinks Amrahs a little tomboyish but she’ got styyyle, baybeee.

So anyways, Amrah beat me up with her karate skills. She’s a skiny girl but packs a powerful punch (and kick). She beat me up at the mosque right after prayer. =O HOW COULD SHE!? It was my fault. I challenged her. She’s a strong little girl with the power to kill. okay not kill but beat mean people up for me. Aside from karate she mastered Tae Kwon Do. Or something similar.

And she LOVES cats. I was going to save this for last but her kitty’s fur is on the laptop  and is distracting me. She’s going to be the old women in a shoe wth her 90 cats and she won’t know what to do. That rhymes, you know. She has always loved cats I honestly don’t know what took her so long to get one. She treats her kitty with lots of love and I’m happy her cat receives so much love and affection. I could never have that much time to shower my nonexistent kitty with love. Mostly because I know I would get lazy and a kitty deserves better.

Amrah, I’ve lightened this photo on picasa. Don’t you agree it looks way better than before when it was dark and you couldnt see anything? You are very welcome. You’re kitty is beautiful!

Amrah used to hate taking pictures. I think shes improved. I have very embarrasing pictures of her covering her face with a scarf wrapped around her head, making weird poses to avoid the camera. I would have posted them onine but they’re on the computer ot hers ad they aren’t online. I think she’s over that now but once in a while she goes back to her old self. Or maybe more than once in a while.

Amrah Ali is a great person to talk to. She’s usually neutral when you come to her with a problem and tries to show you reason. She’s great at that and shes someone I can always talk to. When I told her my maid was evil and was trying to kill me she told me to look bind that. Maybe there’s some other problem or reason she’s acting like that. There wasn’t, but she always tries to make you see the other side first. I know my maid had no reason so hate on me because she apologized for being a brat later on…after I gave her some money. Loser. I stil think she’s out to get me, though.

Here’s Amrah on her graduation. At least I THINK it is. Look at her all grown up leaving her college bubble. *wipes away tear*

Anyways, that’s a little about my friend Amrah. I wonder if she will read this or delete it right away, thinking I wrote some embarrassing stuff about her. I LOVE YOU, AMRAH ALI!!

ps – Wordpress doesn’t know how to check spelling. It’s not catching anything I did wrong. So sorry for the typos, but I’m not into typing and I’m not used to Amrah’s laptop.

So a couple posts ago, I wrote about how I was getting a lot of spam comments.

I even respectfully asked people to stop, spam commenting me. I also mentioned how I couldn’t tell whether certain comments were spam.

Obviously, people didn’t get that warning. Take for example, my most recent comment. It’s from someone named “How to meet women” and the email addy is  “underground seduction…how to meet  women… at hotmail.com”

And this is the comment they left me:  Nice post, thanks for the information – I don’t usually like to reply to blog posts but I really dug the post. Great Stuff, I bookmarked your site!

So now I have a dilemma, to approve or to decline.

On one hand, I have this AH MAZING comment. On the other hand, the commentator themself is kinda creeping me out.

(P.S. Dear commentator, If you are real PLEASE don’t be offended. I don’t know any better! I’m just some dumb blogger. Oh and if possible drop me a line. OH and don’t unsubscribe from me. Thank you. You are awesome!)

So that’s my dilemma of the day.

And did anyone notice that pretty much since final exams, my writing had begun to stink?

I’m sorry about that. I really am. I promise that I am now making the intention to write better. I’m disgusted with myself. I can’t even imagine how you guys have been putting up with it.

Now I’m sitting here with writer’s block.

………

Um yeah. I give up. I’ll try again next time. So much to talk about, but I’m having trouble organizing my thoughts. Oh and this might seem weird but I miss Wayne State.

Just today, my cousin-in-law asked if I missed my University. And I told her no.

I am still coming down to campus several days a week.  But now sitting here, I realized that I’m kinda missing the green and yellow University of mine.

I started writing the following post over  three/four weeks ago.  And it would take the prize for the post that took the longest to write. Like no joke.

So yeah…just keep that in mind while reading the post. When I say this past thusday, I don’t mean this PAST thursday.

Andddddd GO!

This past thursday was the 10th annual  Mad Anthony Concert at Wayne State.

The concert is a tradition at WSU, and happens every year(Duh! Annual concert) before the end of the year finals . A way for WSU’s student council to let us party before hitting the books.

{I never quite got that…but hey who am I judge}

And we’ve had some pretty amazing people show up. From Chris Brown and Gym Class Heroes to er…some other people. I, as you can tell, don’t go to these concerts.

But this past Thursday I went for my first time (WHY am I being so redundant today?)

I’ve never been to a proper concert. I’m not even a big music fan. I mean I like music, but I don’t listen to the radio or know the hottest song. I just go like …mehhh..

So as Mad Anthony got closer, as per tradition I get asked the question, “Are you going?”

And my answer as per tradition, “No”

That day me and two of my friends were driving back to campus and I was in an extreme hurry. I needed to use the bathroom, and fast. It was time for the concert to start, so of course we hit a traffic while trying to get into  the parking structure.

Things weren’t looking too good. We finally get in, with my bladder condition getting worse by the moment. I park my car, but I couldn’t get out. I was busy trying to convince myself I would make it in time to the bathroom.

I tried to keep imagining myself sprinting across the street  and making it to the bathroom at Starbucks. But I was also trying to calculate my chances of making it there in less than a minute.

My friend starts telling me that they’ll just take the car and drop me of there. I kept telling her to stop talking,  since I can’t think when I have to go that bad. She decides to get out of the car and pull me out. So of course at the suggestion of my other friend (Q), I lock her out.

And she’s yelling at me from outside the car. And I’m getting extremely annoyed since I’m trying so hard to focus on my physiological condition. I then decide that the chances of me running across the street and making it looked really bad. So then I tell her to drive me over there. (I’m so smart!)

We drive out of the structure again, and I tell her to pull up to Jimmy John’s instead. My other friend (Q) is nominated to run in and check whether the bathroom is free. She disappears and comes back, motioning for me to go in.

I run out of the car, enter the sandwich store, walk at a casual- fast pace into the bathroom (It was embarrassing seeing all those people sitting at the restaurant, imagining what the heck was going on).

Ahh the beauty of friends. So a very happy, grateful me returns to the car.

I then find out that as Q was rushing to Jimmy John’s to check the bathroom, she held the door open for a couple of girls that were having trouble opening the door, even with their combined force. The sun was in Q’s eyes, so she was making this squinty, anxious face. Apparently those girls thought Q was making a face at them. At which point one of them decides to cuss off Q, “Don’t make that face at her. B*** “

This of course immediately gets me extremely angry. I do not understand people that have a need to be stupid.  My friend does a get deed for me, and gets told of by a couple of extremely ignorant girls. I do hope they were not college girls. It is just sad that you haven’t properly matured even while receiving a proper college education. We never found out if those girls were from Wayne State. Q felt as though the girls were high schoolers. Because of the concert a lot of students from other Universities or schools were present at Wayne State.

After we re-park the car I decide to attend the concert to make those girls apologize to Q share with my readers.  The concert seemed like a good example of one of the most memorable traditions of Wayne State.

The main concert act was N.E.R.D.

I’m not going to lie to you. I have no clue who they are.

But the main guy was funny and charming, so I immediately decided that I liked them. I maneuvered through the crowd to get shots of the concert for all of my dear  readers ( I know, I know. I spoil you guys).  People were lifted up a couple times by the crowd. But they would always get dropped. I don’t think anyone was carried all the way across. It  was one of the best things to watch.

People were ecstatic, and the the crowd was full of energy. It was very contagious. I completely forgot about the ignorant girls.
I have to tell you the place was packed. People were lined up any place that would get them a good view. More than a couple of times another friend of mine kept on saying how excited she was to be at her first concert. I kept on staring at the fliers on the grass, advertising for after-parties , and felt like I was in a movie (since those are the only places where I’ve seen concerts like these)

It was a different experience. And I’m glad I was there just for the sake of experiencing something new.

P.S. I have all these pictures I wanted to share with you guys, but I’m having some trouble right now. I’ll put them up as soon as I figure out how.  Apparently they’re too big to upload. Anyone have ideas??!!!
K. Amrah out.

This is it ladies and gentleman.

One week and counting.

Like my friends kept putting it two years ago, “It’s an end of an era”

Most of us will be graduating this semester. A few of us have already graduated, and a couple of us will be in a semester or two.

But the fact is, after this semester most of us will be going our separate ways.

Even till this day, as my undergrad days come to an end, I get the question, “How do you like it at Wayne State?”

And I would respond, “Oh, yeah it’s great. I love going there”

There are many reasons why I love Wayne State, but the most important factor has always been the friends that I found here at Wayne State University.

It started back in freshman year. With my friend from middle school. We were both scared of what to expect from college, and terrified of not knowing anyone else.

Before you know it, we made friends or found old friends. And we introduced everyone to each other. And Freshman year ended with a group of 10 girls.

And it all started at the Undergraduate Library.

I refused to go to the second floor because there were so many people. So everyone would come up to the third floor. A table at the back of the library floor automatically became labeled as our table.

And it wasn’t labeled  by us.

Almost every week we would have a new addition to our group. And we all knew exactly where to find each other, on that table on the third floor. Sometimes our group was so large that we would break of into two tables side by side.

The third floor became the hang out floor. While the basic backbone of our group stayed the same , we lost a couple of the original freshman girls.

Even when one of us moved out to India to do medical school, the girls declared our ‘BC’ made up of 6 or 7 us, would never break.

I laughed at this stupid term they came up with. The BC shape a.k.a Brain Connection (Because of all the times we had the same thought or connection). It was stupid, but they all had a good time with it so I let it go.

They would talk about all of us living together on the same street even after we get old, have kids, and get jobs. And would be friends just like on the show, The desperate housewives.

The realistic me, always made it a point to rain on their parade by telling them that the likelihood of that was nil. They yelled at me. I rolled my eyes.

Five years later.

We’ve moved to the second floor of the undergraduate library. We’ve paved a way for a lot of incoming freshman Muslim girls. A support system, if you will, for them to make friends with other girls. For me it was a dream accomplished.

I see the younger generations now laughing and joking with us, and I smile. It makes me happy to think that all these girls now have a means to meet new people and make friends with. That was the hope I had, to bring all these girls together, so they have each other.

We’re no longer one set group. We’ve become diluted. The importance that we had in our younger undergraduate days, is gone.

But that’s fine. It’s not our time anymore. It’s their time, the freshmen, sophomores and juniors. The freshmen are now the ones throwing mini birthday parties in the library, how we once used to. They are ones studying in groups for exams, how we used to. They are now the ones imagining their futures together, like how my friends used to. They are now the ones on laughing highs, with immature babbles, just like how we once used to.

The main group of friends has undergone some changes. We’ve drifted, some barely see each other, and the dynamics within the group have changed. Over the years, friends have come and gone. With less of the latter, and more of the former.

It was all a maturing process.

And we’ve had some additions or partial additions. They haven’t been around long enough, but they certainly have become close enough.
It’s kinda weird actually. Important friends have remained important, while other friends have also become important.

Monday was the last day of classes. Our last day with each other(majority of us) as undergraduate students. I went to the undergraduate library imagining no one to be there.

Lo and behold, most of our current Wayne State group came together in the library.

It was weird.

It all had started at the Undergraduate Library, and it was all ending at the Undergraduate library.

I kept waiting for something. Some kind of sign or pop, that commemorated this end. Nothing happened. Not even a mass group cry, though I kept on trying to make it happen by getting them sentimental.

One friend did start crying much later on while I was studying. Pooh had always pushed for us living together in ‘White Houses’  after everything. Just like in the song. And as usual I told her that it wasn’t something that could happen. I even told her to get over it. What’ s the big deal? You make friends, you lose friends. You’ll cry once or twice. Life is going to work the way it is.

Even I knew I was being brutal. But I couldn’t help how I was feeling. Maybe that’s the way I build my defenses against getting too emotional.

Don’t get me wrong, I am going to deeply miss all our memories at Wayne State. From our walks to the restaurants, to our birthday parties, our random trips to Dearborn for food, or the mall, our times at the movies, laughing at each other, discovering new buildings at Wayne, picking on one another, freaking out for exams together.

Yet, there’s nothing much we can do about that. We all have to move on to next part of our lives. Whoever I can remain good friends with even years from now, it’ll be great. Whoever I don’t, I guess however unhappy you may be for some time, we just weren’t meant to be. Yes, I know, brutal again. But in my opinion if you’re an important friend then it’s not going to be so easy to escape from each other.

Anyways I realized I was making things worse for Pooh when she started crying harder. So I tried cheering her up by making bets to see how long it would take to hit our friends, or how they would react when it hit them. I told her I  had known that she would be the first one it would hit. She told me to shut up.

Then I told her we should all just start singing the Vitamin C song during the graduation commencement. I think she really liked that idea.

I just hope Wayne State doesn’t take away our diplomas.

So the date is March 29, 2009 (which is obvious enough thanks to the top right corner)

Spring has started, the birds are back, we can see the grass again. Everyone has put away their winter jackets in favor of spring coats and sweaters.

My friends and I were at somerset mall. We are walking towards the mall doors and,

” IS IT SNOWING?!”

Me, “Noo…that’s probably rain……Oh no…wait….it is snow…huh”

Group silence

…………………

So, it snowed today. Only it wasn’t like a slight flurry, the one you might get when it feels like winter is saying goodbye. It was basically a blizzard. We should be used to it, but every time, everyone goes into shock and starts complaining.

For example today, of course there is a mass change in facebook and gmail statuses to, “WHY IS IT SNOWING?”. I could try and respond with, “Well,  clouds that are made out of water droplets form  ice crystals under freezing temperatures…”

But I’m pretty sure that’s not what they’re looking for. Heck, I was  actuallywondering the same question too.

I think the best way to summarize the winter experience at Wayne State would be a quote (roughly) from my psychology professor, ” When I moved here, I wondered for the longest time why is that while most colleges started their spring semester in January,  Wayne State is the only college to consider it the winter semester. And, it lasts until June. What is that? Why was spring semester starting when it is clearly supposed to be summer?  Then whenI saw  it was snowing in April,  I was like, oh this is why“