Choosing the right future

This year will be my last year in school. The next thing I know, I'm off to college and all the the small worries of my school days will be replaced by considerably bigger ones.

We spend the first 15 years of our lives in school having no say-so what so ever. We are integrated into a system and we are forced to adjust. Adjusting is hard in itself, but then we get used to it, and we start reveling in the ease of not having to consider all the choices and deciding which one is best and which one to go with because everything has been chosen for us. 

Then we are expected to make our own decisions.

We are stormed by representatives from different universities each chanting the qualities of their own and bashing on the others'. We are introduced to a million different majors and a million different careers and are considered as undoubtedly capable of making the right choice. Sure there are student guidance offices and many loquacious employees ready to explain everything in great detail, or even try to analyse us and help us find the "perfect" major. However, if we haven't received the training necessary to be able to search within ourselves and define who we are, our preferences, our ambitions, how can we expect someone else to be able to do that?

Suddenly we have to think for ourselves and envision what the rest of our existence will look like. And even though everything we decide on when we are eighteen might change the second we go to college, or a bit later, when we graduate and set off to find a job, we still fear and believe that those choices will make or break our future. And instead of telling us that we should choose something that feels right for now and reassuring us that we can always change our minds, everyone around us only makes us feel like we are sealing the deal with the devil who's going to come asking for retribution if we don't eventually graduate with top grades in the field we chose.

No one can know for sure who they want to be so early on. It's absurd to claim that we will be able to control every single aspect of our life. Instead, we should remind ourselves that no matter how things turn out, whether it was because of choices we made or because of  pure chance, we will always have the power and freedom to want to change our situation.

And where there is will there is always a way.

I should learn to shut up sooner...

It's really unfortunate that I find myself, more often than not, in situations where, simply for the sake of saying something, anything, I end up saying the worst thing that could possibly be said.

The truth is though, that what I say usually just slips out unintentionally when I'm searching for an excuse to talk to someone or to prolong a conversation that I'm already having with them...In those situations I'm generally not myself. I'm stupid and neurotic and I just want to keep talking because I'm happy and enjoying myself...

I've recently demonstrated such idiocy.

I was talking to someone that I really like and admire and was about to leave when suddenly pops into my mind one last excuse for a conversation. In the heat of the moment and out of desperation and sheer stupidity, out of utter imbecility shall I say, I blurted out the most offensive, politically incorrect thing that I could have said.

It was a major, MAJOR! faux pas.

I didn't get the wits to notice how wrong I had been saying that until five minutes after I had left - probably the time it took for me to come back to my senses.

Trust me when I say that the gut-wrenching feeling that took over me when I was first hit by the reality of what I had said was honey compared to the incredulity towards my actions which had paralyzed me throughout that evening.

I still cannot believe I could have been so...I can't even find a word to describe how awful I feel about myself and how shocked at having behaved in a way that's not like me at all...

I always try to be as diplomatic as possible especially considering the fact that I love meeting new and different people and realize that in order to be successful at befriending them I have to be unprejudiced and even-minded. Luckily, I'm usually successful at demonstrating such tact, but it's really painful when a whole day of such good behavior is ruined by one gauche action.

Concerning the title, I admit it's not as refined as I usually hope my titles to be, but I put it anyway simply to remember that I do need to learn how to shut up sooner every time I see it...

In the hopes that this will be my last run in with senselessness...

Until next time :)

MUN starts again!

Yesterday was the first MUN training session at LAU.

This year I would be accompanying the participating students from our school as an adviser. 

I had to fight to earn that privilege considering the fact that our school adviser couldn't grasp the point in any of us, past MUNers, going through the trouble of participating this year as advisers. I'd eventually managed to convince her that it was a personal matter and that no trouble would dissuade us from going, and she'd given the permission to accompany my friends.

It was a hectic day from the start. I was dangerously close to not being able to attend because of the same old problem which is transportation, but I managed to find a ride at the last minute. The trip from school to LAU was one filled with anticipation and inquiries about the smallest, most irrelevant details of the program and was garnished towards the end by the driver getting lost a million times and everyone starting to panic about being late.

Then we were there.

It felt like stepping into a souvenir...

All was exactly as I remembered it, and not just the campus and its surroundings, but the actual atmosphere and the almost tangible excitement that filled it. My own excitement contributed greatly to the general awe.

I decided to leave contemplation for later and hurried my friends into the main hall so each could join his class. A few moments after everyone had found out which floor their classes were on I decided to just patrol the corridors and make sure they were all OK.

I was on the twelfth floor checking on the last two when I heard a voice that was strikingly familiar. It was Naji, my chair from last year.

I admit I wasn't really surprised that he had come back after graduation...I would have done the same. It was still great to see him.

His voice brought back memories of conference rooms and speeches discussing eradication of poverty and I found myself standing outside his classroom staring in and listening and was, even if for a moment, convinced that I was attending a training session again. He was my only link to last year's program, everyone else had left and I felt ecstatic at the fact that I could still hold on to a small piece of my own experience.

I hate to admit it, but truth is that I was a bit jealous of all those who were sitting there starting to learn about the UN not knowing yet that this is probably going to be the best experience of their life.

It was completely different and quite uneasy to experience it from the hallways.

I spent the afternoon going up and down stairs, into and out of the building; my feet were so sore by the end of the day that it still hurts to walk, yet I feel happier than I did in a very long time. I met so many new people merely from standing outside the classrooms; I saw so many new faces and laughed so much that I remembered a part of the why I had grown so fond of MUN last year which I had forgotten about.

It's because of all the acquaintances...You barely get the time to get bored of people there and every new person you meet teaches you something new. You're given the opportunity to discover new sides of your personality, and be whomever you want to be, and say whatever you feel like saying without having to worry about being judged because you're probably never going to see each other ever again, and because that fact means that everyone around you really doesn't care where you're from or what you do as long as you prove to be good company.

I saw Naji during the brake and talked to him. I felt like I was still an MUNer; like I was again a delegate who's just starting out. I talked to him again at the end of the day even if it slightly meant that I was abusing  the source of comfort that he was to me. I told him how sad I had been when the program had wrapped last year. I had been really sad indeed. I had invested so much time and effort into it, so much of myself, that when it was just over one day I'd feel like I'd lost my baby...

The ride back to school was really joyous and filled with hundreds of stories of how everyone had spent their day. I felt strangely happy being there, strangely optimistic, and I say that noting that I already am an extremely optimistic person. I went home having gotten back that sense of purpose which I had spoken about in my earlier post.

I guess all I can say now is that a great year lies ahead, and that I feel extremely lucky to be able to do this again.

However, thinking about how happy I was yesterday, I feel the dread of confusion starting to creep up on me again since remembering how happy and at home I feel at LAU has made mess of all the things I had planned for the future...

Until next time :)

Courage and disappointment....

Displaying courage in familiar situations is easy; being able to show it in unfamiliar ones, however, is what sets people apart...How sad it is then when said courage creates in one a false impression of hope that disappointment haunts down and kills over time...

I've recently been put in a situation where I had to act on my feet and demonstrate a sort of courage which, until then, I wasn't completely sure I was capable of.

Long story short...I met a guy in circumstances which meant that I was probably never going to see him again in my life and was presented with the choices of either introducing myself or never seeing him ever again...Considering the fact that the guy was one of the cutest I had ever met, the fact that he was a commando (to whom I have a pronounced weakness :P), and the fact that the adrenaline from the show the commandos had given that day had fueled me with a sense of invincibility, I decided to talk to him.

So I went up to him and started a conversation using some absurd subject I can't even remember as an excuse to talk to him. I was funny and charming and used the best tricks in the book. As I was about to leave, he asked me if I were on facebook and - being someone who hates to wait endlessly and pointlessly; which I told him - I gave him my name and number on a piece of paper.

I went home that day feeling light as air and barely ate anything or listened to anything that was being said around me. My delight was increased when I got a message from him, and then again when we spoke a couple of days later, and two other times that same week.

Then, however, came old dreaded time and started to work it's magic...

Our first meeting was about two weeks ago and already we're talking less and less. I'm already starting to feel that I'm making to much effort...Too soon, the person that I first talked to is starting to change and I don't know how I should act exactly. That's only two weeks into the thing - whatever it may be - that might be staring between us.

That's how I link courage and disappointment. 

The first tricks you into thinking that every happy moment leads into elongated happiness because, well, it has to, doesn't it? The peasant has to marry the prince...The second comes then and shows reality as it is and stabs the fairy godmother in the back and turns the carriage back into a pumpkin...

In a larger sense, courage represents all those moments where we have to act and choose to do so, and disappointment represents the failure of some of those moments to deliver the results that they're hoped to deliver...

In the hope that happy moments succeed, more than not, in bringing more happiness, I say until next time... :)

School's on the horizon...mixed emotions...

It's only 26 days until school starts again on September 15 2011.

As always when school is about to start, I start having these weird dreams in which I usually end up going to school in my pajamas by mistake, or where I have an extremely important exam on the first day and which I haven't at all prepared for. 

These dreams usually have me awoken in the middle of the night reassuring myself that I still had one month and that there were no exams on the first day of school. After that, I would recite the dates of several important days, the one where we were supposed to register for the new year, the one where we were going to buy the books and the date of the first day of school, just to make myself go back to sleep peacefully.

However, it's not all bad dreams and sleepless nights. I actually miss school.

Don't get me wrong though. I don't miss homework, exams, or sitting in an uncomfortable wooden desk for seven hours. What do I miss then, you might ask? I miss waking up in the morning and having something to do during the day, something that would make me use my brain and be active. Not that I don't appreciate summer's laziness, but rather that I can appreciate better once I've lost it to winter's boring routine, and that having it for two months is enough to make one feel like one's slowly degrading into a pile of nothing.

I certainly miss my friends. They are probably the reason why I feel eager to go back. I miss laughing during breaks at things that are incredibly stupid and unworthy of laughter when you think of it, but which in the boredom of class schedules seems the funniest and most entertaining matters in the world. I also have to admit, though slightly guiltily, that I miss the gossip. I miss the chit-chats about this couple and that couple and spreading and listening to not-always-innocent rumors. Mostly, I miss having common stories to discuss and current events to comment on on every single social website available.

And I actually miss the cold. I miss the rain. I miss not sweating my way to dehydration or my skin sticking to whatever it came to contact with. I miss rosy cheeks and the small puffs of opaque breath exhaled into the cold air. I miss lighting the fireplace in our living room and falling asleep on the armchair next to it for a few minutes at night, swept along by the comfort of that worm and cosy corner.

I miss that time despite the fact that it means hard work and discipline (yeah right! :P).

However, no matter whether I like it or not, it's coming, and it's coming soon, and I all can hope for is for this year to be just as full of good memories, fun and rule breaking as all those which came before it.

Until next time...

The MUN experience -part four-

Sunday 10 April. The day of the final formal conference is here.

My friend and I arrived to LAU Beirut and it was still early in the morning. There were already quiet a few people there. The level of excitement in the air was much less today than it had been yesterday. It was obvious that many were still a bit tired from the previous night's festivities.

Before you knew it, it was 9 o'clock and people were starting to rush in separate ways to get each to their committee's conference room.

The session was as tiring and maddening as expected. Everyone was shouting at everyone else in an attempt to get their idea heard and the lovely Chair and co-Chair did nothing about it because apparently that was part of the learning experience. 

Finally, after 13 hours of screaming at each other, the session wrapped, the Chair spoke some words of encouragement for the future and congratulated us on being, and to everyone's surprise, the best committee he's ever had, we clapped and cheered and laughed, and then , everyone went their separate way.

Of course, considering the story wouldn't be mine if it didn't have a romantic part, I had developed a crush on the chair during the mock simulation and had hurried to talk to him at the end of the final session before all the crowds stormed in and had given him my number.

My friends from school and I gathered outside the university grounds waiting for the cab to come pick us up and drive us to UNESCO where the closing ceremony would take place. My smile was up to my ears.

The closing ceremony went great! There was a lot of laughing and making fun of some who were handed the microphone to speak without at all being deserving of such a privilege, but mostly cheering for when, against our wildest expectations, our school won an award. And we won three, me being one of the lucky winners of a Position Paper Award.

It was definitely a night to remember. Tired, no, exhausted, after a full day and waiting for the cab out on the street in the cold for about half an hour to take us to Hadath from UNESCO, we finally arrived to our friend Fares' home where my friend's dad would pick us up. We went in for a moment, and as we sat and chatted about the day waiting for our ride, it finally settled in that it was all over now...The training sessions, the conferences, the dressing up, the new faces...it was all over. And it had been the best experience ever.

As we had all agreed, none of us went to school the following day. I spent my day at home crying at the feeling of loss of something that I had been working hard on for the past four months, that sense of purpose that was tiring at times but also made you feel alive.

After the small period of depression, it was all good.

I was eventually told that Naji (the chair) had a girlfriend, which I was surprisingly OK with. We still talk as friends though, and I'm still in touch with many MUN friends. The best part now is that we'll get to go through it again next year as advisers which I can't wait to do!

Until next year!

The MUN experience -part three-

The day is finally here. Saturday April 9th 2011. The first formal conference would take place today.

As opposed to customary, and after our school officials having agreed to provide transportation to LAU Jbeil where the first conference would take place, we headed off to Jbeil as a group. After a long and winding road, tarnished by anxiety and nervousness while we could have been enjoying the lovely sights, we finally stepped on the school grounds. 

LAU Jbeil was definitely a different sight then LAU Beirut. I can't really describe how, but it was.

Our first stop was the area where the Global Village was to take place, an event where each country is offered  a stand allowing the students to present traditional foods and accessories to help introduce their country to visitors. We had fewer people than bags of clothes, food and accessories thus had to leave everything behind until the time came for the actual ceremony.

We dispersed and each went their way to join the rest of their committee waiting for the conference to start.

The day was planned as such; three hours formal conference, one hour brake, three hours formal conference, two hours preparation for the Global Village and finally three hours Global Village.

Thankfully, the conference hours were everything I had hoped they would be. I only spoke once during the speakers list saying my general position speech. I was really nervous as my time to speak neared. I was seated in such an awkward place that I had to prepare myself one speaker ahead of time. As I stood at the back of room waiting to be called I had to chance to talk to, I think he was an official but I'm not sure, who was standing there. He noticed how nervous I was and gave me a few words of advice that I gladly followed. A I finished my speech and went back to my place I looked at him and was ecstatic to see his smile of approval.

That was definitely the highlight of the conference sessions that day in addition to me picking a fight with the chairman during the unmoderated caucus for constantly mispronouncing the name of my country "Saint Kitts and Nevis" and repeatedly calling me either Saint Kitties or Saint Kittens.

Finally, the Global Village was here.

A few of our school officials had dramatically lowered their grade and come up to Jbeil to see us. They only stayed for a few minutes which gave us a little relief as to their sanity being intact.

Everyone started working on their stands. Everyone looked so excited to be there, and even though our stand didn't turn out to be half as bad as we had expected to, we still didn't know what to expect from the event.

And then it started, and it was definitely the most amazing event I had ever been in my whole life!

The music, the dances, the costumes, the food!!! Some schools had worked so hard on making this an unforgettable experience for their visitors and had definitely succeeded. I couldn't get enough of it! I took so many pictures and to so many people and laughed so much and screamed so much that it started feeling like an outer body experience towards the end of it. I was mostly glad to have seen the three closest friends I had made, Nour, Maroun and Patrick which I hadn't seen since the last training session, nearly one month prior to the event.

It was truly the most amazing experience ever and the only thing that had some of those previously not so excited about MUN, absolutely willing to do this again next year as advisers.

Only one more day to go...

Stay tuned...

The MUN experience -part two-

Welcome to the second part of "The MUN experience".

As of January 8th 2011 I was an MUNer.

Training session after training session I got to meet all sorts of people and go through all sorts of phases. I can't say I took it that seriously at first. There were definitely a couple of session solely dedicated to laughter and idiocy, but as we went further through the program, and as the time for assessment neared, I got more focused and considerably more aware of the fact that I had no idea how things were going to happen in the dreaded "Final Conference" when we were going to be evaluated.

To top it all off, Elianne (the librarian) was of absolutely no help; she knew absolutely nothing, couldn't tell us anything helpful and boldly acted like a know-it-all once the university sent her the guidelines that we were to follow in said or said matter. The times I wanted to just slap her in the face!!

Despite all of that, things were going remotely well. I still had no idea what the exam was exactly and how it was going to happen but that changed after a few weeks when Elianne announced that we had to choose which countries we would like to represent in the final conference where we would play the role of ambassadors each in a different committee.

My class wasn't really involved in the first part of the process since the older kids saw Elianne more and worked with her on it. It's not that we couldn't have payed the effort to see her during lunch brakes, but the sight of her when we were so infuriated by her indifference and unbearable character wasn't recommended to anyone.

The day finally came when we had to choose which country we wanted to represent and in which committee. The choices were Senegal and Saint Kitts and Nevis; a small island which I later found out I wasn't the only one to have never heard of. I ended up choosing the latter and the General Assembly 2nd Committee - Economic Financial as my committee. The choice was a completely random one with the next step being doing research about my country and the two topics addressed by my committee "Eradication of Poverty" and "Development of the Private Sector". The catch was that we had to do thorough research about both topics but only one would be discussed after a voting procedure.

I started my research soon after the mock simulation which was sort of a rehearsal for the real thing. All the students were there and the chairman that was supervising us then was the same one to be assessing us during the final conference.

The mock simulation went great. I made even more friends and laughed a lot but the best part was definitely that I had acquired a more concrete idea of what we were supposed to do and how we were supposed to behave.

All that was ahead now was the final conference, the last piece of the puzzle and the most important one.

Stay tuned...

The MUN experience -part one-

It was towards the end of the month of December 2010 that the librarian at our school came to us with the news of the launch of this years' MUN Global Classrooms at the Lebanese American University.

It was the first year our school participates at the event and it was only thanks to the insistence of our librarian on the importance of the students of our school to get the opportunity to take part in the event that out school officials agreed on entering the competition.

At first, the whole thing was a complete blur.

When Elianne (the librarian) first introduced the project all she said was that it was in English, that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity (literally since we were only allowed to participate once), that we had to attend seven training sessions set on the LAU campus in Beirut and that seven lucky winners of the first prize would be flown to NYC.

I was hesitant about putting my name up for participation at first mainly because of the problem of lack of transportation; I was sure even though my aunt had a car she would never agree to drive me to and from Beirut each weekend for two months. Everyone in class encouraged me to put my name in anyway and figure something out later. After many considerations, I finally decided I would do it and signed up to become an MUNer (as we started calling ourselves later on :P)

The first step for me was to try to find out how I would be going to these training sessions. I still had no idea when they were going to take place; the days, the time. I had no idea what was required, and every time I trying to ask Elianne about these details she would tell me that he would let us in on all the details in time. I trusted her and focused on finding a ride to the university and eventually found out that when of my classmates who lived in Kfarchima was participating as well and ended up going to the training sessions with him in the following months.

Our first training session, as we later found out, was set to take place on January 8th. 

When we first got to the university, on a particularly rainy day, we could just feel the excitement in the air. It was everyone's first (and only) time taking part in this and it was clearly no one had any idea what lay ahead.

The first shock was seeing that all the other schools had sent officials and teachers to monitor the students, in addition to advisers (students who took part in MUN in previous years). Everyone looked organized and more or less prepared, and there we were, ten students from SSCC Hadath standing in the middle of enormous crowds with no idea what we were supposed to do. Elianne had obviously dismissed the necessity of accompanying us and found almost offensive that we called her and asked her why she hadn't come along and whether she was going to at all that day.

The rest of the day was far more interesting...We were divided into groups in class  (purple classroom and proud :P) and mine was absolutely the best. We called our group sushi for some reason and spent the rest of the day (even after the group activity was over) laughing and "innocently" making fun of the stupidest things. It was probably just the nerves but at the end of the day we all felt like we had known each other for a lifetime and not just a few hours. The best part was definitely the fact that all 69 faces (:P what luck hun?!) were new; no two schoolmates were assigned to the same classroom.

That was the best end I could have hope for for that day.

I got everyone's phone number and we still talk from time to time.

(The story is still far from over but I think it would be better that I write it in small passages to avoid readers' boredom :P)

Stay tuned...

And the Oscar goes to...

Acting...

What better way for the soul to escape into a world of infinite possibilities? A world where none of the rational world's rules applies, where no right and wrong orchestrated movement and thought but merely the feelings of the actor themselves.

I've always loved watching movies. Growing up with a father who was absolutely fascinated by them and by the whole industry, I didn't really have a choice. I never really felt like my love for the field was anything out of the ordinary, inside our family frame it never really was.

When I was about 13 or 14 years old, I started noticing my love for a lot of things that I had previously considered as unimportant or not really worth considering for a career. I found out that I was absolutely in love with acting.

I had never really payed attention before to that fact that the one thing I always focused on while watching a movie was the actors' performances. I had never noted that that detail sometimes interested me more than the plot itself.

I decided that I was going to pay my best effort to make it possible for me to become an actress someday. Of course, when you think actress, you think Hollywood, and when you think Hollywood you think English. I was already pretty good at the language, but when it came to "performing" the language, I always thought there was something more I could do.

Thus, from reading Roald Dahl novels while paying attention to altering my voice to suit the various characters, and trying as well as I could to picture how the situation would be, and from standing in front of the mirror, practicing facial expressions for hours at a time, my dream travels on to places far more appealing and fascinating then my bedroom and bathroom.

And as time passed, I have also discovered a love and a skill in writing, hence, my dream of someday standing on a high budget movie set develops into being there not just as an actress but as a writer and director.

Until next time, and may all your dreams come true.

It's been so long...

It's been so long since I last posted a blog! I looked at the date of my last entry and it dates back to October 16! I have to admit that nothing much has happened with me in the past month but it feels good to be back!

School is as good as it ever was and ever can be. Many things I'm not too proud of have happened in that department...I'm not talking bad grades nor conflicts with unnerving teachers, but rather foolish behavior with younger guys. All has been taken care of now, there's no need to worry :P

I started wondering, as a result to every uncomfortable experience I had recently, whether wonderful, extremely lucky days, were a bad omen to worse ones to come.

Here's what I mean.

Last Thursday was the best day of my life. My history teacher gave me six grades bonus on my exam for a research I did, the exam I had that day went great, my best friend greeted me with amazing news about her and the guy we both believe is "The One", I had the BEST period of P.E. which rarely ever happens and above all the "group date" I had been planning to invite the guy I liked to, seemed a sure matter. I was feeling on top of the world!

Here comes the horror...

Friday is here...It's the first rainy school day, my geography test went horrible, the guy I invited said he couldn't come, it didn't rain all day but the second my friends and I stepped out of the school building and into the street it poured rain! To top that...I had a conversation with that guy after returning home and it made me seem like I was chasing after him!!

What to do? What to do?

My only solution seemed to change my status on facebook to "in a relationship" so that he thinks I actually was...I got 53 comments and everyone at my school thinking that I was in this wonderful romance...

That one went rather well, right?

I was still extremely depressed on Saturday and couldn't sing during my class...

It all got better on Tuesday though! My friend gave me more wonderful news and I was smiling uncontrollably for a whole day, I decided that I was going to buy myself a blackberry for Christmas and that I wouldn't care about childish people ever again!

I've returned to correcting my book too after stopping for a while and I'm almost done now! YAY! I can't wait to start on the second one!

It's really good to be back!

Until next time...

Singing lesson numero deux...

Today was my second singing lesson (don't worry, I won't be reporting all of them, just the ones where something happens).

Well...I arrived at the music institute about 15 minutes ahead of time and even though that was exactly the time I had arrived last week, I had to wait until it was exactly twelve o'clock to go in. I was a little nervous when I first got there but by the time class started I was just glad it did.

That boy I talked about in my last post was there too this time and I have to tell you...totally over him! I, by nature, am someone who talks a lot, smiles and laughs even more and I can't stand to be in a place, especially a tiny little room with someone and not talk, and if that person isn't talkative (don't know if that's even a word) than forget it, cz I will.

A few seconds after I came in and sat on the chair near the reception desk waiting to be called in, I started thinking of a good conversation topic, but it was merely...cricket, cricket, cricket....no one spoke and I started feeling a little uncomfortable. It was the most awkward 15 minutes of my life.

Anyway, I was called in a few minutes later and the class went on great....

Until next time :)

My first singing lesson

Today was my first singing lesson!

I reached the music institute at ten minutes to twelve. The head of the institute was there and so was my future teacher ( which I was meeting then for the first time but whose pics I had already seen on facebook). There was also this gorgeous guy there...blue eyes, brown hair and a dazzling smile.

Anyway...I went into the classroom with the teacher (who's only 16 years old and a year older than me). We didn't do much singing, he taught me a few breathing techniques and gave me some homework for our next session.

Now back to the important subject....the cutest subject I've ever seen in my life! He's seriously GORGEOUS!

I was waiting for my aunt to come pick me up and was sitting out in the waiting room. After a few seconds (:P) of silence, we started talking and I found out that he was 19 years old and that he was learning the guitar. (gosh he was so cute!) Anyway! I told him my name and he told me his....the thing is....I completely forgot!

I know, I know what an idiot!

I guess I'll just have to wait for next week to talk to him...

Love you all..

Till next time :P

A beautiful future

Yesterday, I went to register for my first singing lesson ever.

My appointment was at 4p.m. but I left the house at 3 and went to my cousin Lina's house first. Of course, I asked he if she would like to come along. She agreed.

After spending about half an hour on the internet, we finally left the house. We arrived at the music institute about ten minutes later, we had walked the whole way over there. Lina wasn't a stranger to that institute, she had inquired about guitar lessons there about a year ago, but circumstances took her elsewhere.

That wasn't the first time I had spoken to the manager. I had met him a week ago when I had first dropped by to ask about the prices and schedules and then we had spoken again on the phone the morning of my registration.

While we were there, my cousin had to step out of the room to take a call, and while she was away, the manager looked at me and said "mousta2balik 7elo ya Marianne" which translates to "you have a beautiful future ahead of you Marianne". I giggled and thanked him but then asked why he was saying that. His answer was the one thing that had always reassured me that I could do whatever I wanted to do in life no matter how unrealistic that seemed to others.

He had said that it was because I had charisma and a strong personality.

You see, growing up, I was always shy and until I was 10 years old I used to cry every time anyone talked to me. Then, I hit a certain age when I had an epiphany about everything. In that same year, I found out how much I loved music and how talented I was at writing songs, I also found out I loved acting but that's a whole different story. I discovered too that, if I gave it a chance, I was really good at talking to people, especially those older than me, and I had a particularly developed skill at convincing people of my point of view.

I hate to blow my own trumpet, but I had to agree with the manager, that was something that I had always counted on and that I was never going to give up. Something that I had always had the feeling was going to take me places.

So thank you God for my ability to speak.

Why dream?

Well...We dream simply to escape reality. We dream as a way of convincing ourselves that there's something better out there, that we could, someday, obtain all that we wish to have.

I dream a lot and very often. I dream all the time and my day dreams are more frequent than those I see in my sleep. I dream because I live in a lace that could be compared to the desert of the field in which I dream of working. I love singing and acting and performing and I get this undescribeable joy out of thinking that some day I might be able to make my dreams come true.

As I said before, I live in a place where no real talent is appreciated and that place also happens to be the farthest place there is from the world where you can make your dreams come true. For an aspiring actress/singer, I'm talking about Hollywood of course.

Ever since discovering that I had a nice voice and that I could fairly well act, I found the thing that I always felt was missing without ever being able to say what it was. I found something, a field where I knew I would be able to use all my creativity in. I can write you five songs in one sitting if I'm inspired and i have just finished writing a book that only took me too months work.

And to have everybody around me try to take all that away from me...I can't even describe how that feels.

I cannot imagine that there still are parents in these modern times that won't trust their children and support them as they try to make their dreams come true.

I know all the downsides, I know all the dirty business that needs to be done. I have heard that same speech about how infected the field is and the fact that after three years of hearing the same bumming speech I still haven't changed my mind means that I really want to do this.

Dear bloggers, hear my words. Nobody has the right to steal your dreams, nobody has the right to tell you that there is no point in you dreaming because there is no way you're going to make those "unrealistic" dreams come true. The simple reason is that there is no such thing as an unrealistic dream, the only dream that didn't come true is the dream that wasn't sought long enough, the one that wasn't worked on enough.

Don't listen to anybody that says that there are probably a million different people around the world that have the same dream, people who were born in places and countries where it's much easier to make that dream come true. I say that there is no such thing as someone worthier of making their dreams come true.

Even if you fail, even f you waist years of your life trying to make that small sparkle become a shiny light, you should never label yourself a looser before you start the game.

I, personally, will never listen to someone that tells me that my dreams are ridiculous and  not worth chasing.

I DREAM BIG BECAUSE I WANT TO BE BIG, AND THAT'S THAT.

Here comes the wedding reception...

It seems like all the people I know suddenly decided to get married.

I'm not saying that I don't like seeing wedding plans being made. I absolutely LOVE it! I love seeing the brides trying on different dresses and picking the flowers and locations. I love all the anticipation of how that night is going to turn out. I love to see people happy and trying to figure out how much exactly their lives are going to change once they become husband and wife.

My cousin is getting married, and so is my 29 year old teacher who is like a sister to me. Believe it or not, I'm closer to the second one, I just love this girl. My cousin is much older than me, he's over thirty now, and I'm so happy that he has finally found the woman with whom he wants to spend the rest of his life. I'm also ecstatic for my friend.

I have to say though, considering that most of my cousins on my father's side are guys, the most exciting part about one of them getting married is meeting the girls. I always get on very well with the brides-to-be. My oldest cousin's wife Pamela is amazing, I absolutely love her and her style, especially her style. My cousin who's getting married now has just introduced us to his fiancée and we got along very well.

I always like meeting the girls best.

To all the people out there who are going to get married anytime soon, and to all the newly weds, I'm so happy for you guys and I hope that you have all found the one.

Typing the last couple of chapters

What would anyone expect a fifteen year old spend the summer doing?

On my own list of what my friends must have spent the summer doing, I had: going to the mall, going to the beach, hanging out with your friends, going to the movies...These are few of the things that I didn't do this summer.

You see, to the shock of the few school friends that I told this to, I have spent my summer writing a book, well actually, the first book out of a series of four books. It's your same old love story but with a twist.

Some people might think that if my first achievement was writing a book at the age of fifteen, then greater things certainly lie ahead, I agree. I'm someone who thinks big, hopes even bigger, I want every single picture that my imagination draws me to materialize in real life. I want to build palaces, travel the world, meet the most exotic people and places.

I have spent two months now, waking up at eight o'clock in the morning every single day and starting to work on my computer from nine to one o'clock in the afternoon (that's when my lunch brake is), then pick up where I had left off, and keep working until a 12 page chapter was done. I personally call it an achievement to write 12 pages, 5000 words every day in English (which is my third language after Arabic and French) and to have materiel to write day after day, to end up with 24 chapters at the end.

Before I started typing my book on the computer, I had already written about ten chapters, by hand, on my notebook. I kept those aside and typed the rest of the book directly.

When I was done, I went back to type those chapters that I had left and at first it was a relief that I was coming close to wrapping this project. Now that I'm down to the last couple of chapters, it doesn't feel the same anymore. I feel like I'm about to loose something. I had gotten so used to having that purpose, that thing to wake up to every morning, and now that it's almost over I don't want it to be.

I guess this isn't really the end, it's just the beginning.

A couple of months ago, my dream was to be a fifteen year old author, now it's to be a fifteen year old published author.

The first blog I have ever read

I am as new to the whole blogging world as anyone could be.

I always heard about blogs, how they were a way to express your mind without being judged according to who you are. Anyone could give his honest opinion about anything and everything without having to take the blame of what he had to say not pleasing everybody.

I had never read a blog, however. As the matter of fact, reading my first blog (which happened only a few days ago by the way) was by accident. I was twitter and was checking out the profile of one of my favorite Disney actresses, Chelsea Staub. I noticed for the first time that she had a link to her own website on her twitter profile and decided to visit it.

There, I found the first blog I had ever read http://www.chelseastaub.com/blog/ . I absolutely fell in love with the whole thing. I learned from the way she wrote on her blog and the storied she told that she was such a deep person with one of the most interesting childhoods ever. I saw a side of her that I didn't even know existed.

I was absolutely touched by her fairytale like anecdotes and her style and wished to myself that I would ever be able to do what she does. That was the first time I really wished I had a blog and knew what I would do with it.

Before that, when I usually considered having a blog, I always thought that I would be a one topic writer, that I would never stray from the subject that I would choose for my posts to revolve around. That thought never really got me interested in the concept of blogging. I mean, people don't really need to read a million blogs all about the same subjects, topic related blogs tend to feel the same.

The beauty about telling random stories from your childhood is that no two people in the world have lived the same life, or dealt with the same situations the same way. Ten people could all tell about their years as a boy/girl scout, and each time it would be a different story because we don't all handle life the same way.

That's when I decided that if I had a blog I wouldn't sweat and hurt to find knew ways to phrase the same sentence, I wouldn't look for different ways to tell the same story, I would just tell a different story every time.

Why "the apprentice"?

Dear bloggers,

For my first blog, I decided to clarify why I used the word "apprentice" as my blog title.

During the short fifteen years that I have lived on this earth, I have constantly searched for something to define me as a person. I was always too mature for my age. By my second birthday, I had already taken off the diapers, the pacifier, and started talking and walking.

Even at school, I was usually the smartest of my kindergarten friends, I was the first one to learn how to write the letter eight without cheating and drawing two glued circles instead of the correct way to write the number.

Ridiculously minor achievements, I know, but it always felt good to be able to shine at something, no matter what it was.

I had always terrible at sports though, this was mainly caused by being overweight, but that was only a slight contribution. I hated to be sweaty and dirty and that was always the case at the end of P.E. Another reason why I didn't like it was the type of exercises we used to do. Now the exercises have changed and I have come to love that period.

I was always eager to learn. I loved school as a kid. I loved being around people that knew so much more about the world then I did. I loved being able to learn from them.

I loved to learn about how to behave in society, even at age ten, I worried about the right way to set the fork and knife at the end of a meal, a skill which I still haven't mastered by the way. The first thing I remember having learned was how to look up a word in a dictionary. That was an absolute joy.

I was always a beginner, a learner, an apprentice, and that's what I will always be.