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good luck to all students


Students Students, I wish you good luck! and I wish good luck in the same occasion! yes, when was in high school, has that same date, it was the holiday begins, and Saturday, the eve of the holiday we went out it was sacred holidays are now renamed period of revision and I'm so tired that I stay in bed.
yes, it was full of phototcopies and we are ready for a period of revision! we will get there, we will muddle through and we will succeed! no matter how much work we must realize we will get there!
yes I an optimistic speech is always better to say ke yeah this year I'm not going to happen, I will redouble at best bech na3mel doura dawret fi el Abtal (session control).
yesterday was the last day of the semester, I came out because mtarda has a chuckle with a zero bonus has spoken! but I keep my spirits today I spent a little test of control, I had a hole of memory and the teacher was pleased that I could not find the answer on his face was drawn a little grin as if to say chmeta "integer 3omrek my ta7dharli dhi3 feha hawk"! but no sir, you can smile, you can even laugh, but the answer I found and I will find other answers to other questions and I will succeed and this day I'll come find you to tell you that Never despise a student because that student is a future teacher like you, a future executive or a future minister! laughs best who laughs last!
student, students cheer up, have confidence in our capabilities and going straight for the success the way is not very long

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a Sunday that does not derogate from the rule of fadda!


yes, I wonder, why every Sunday are the same? ! Ah Sundays! Today like every Sunday I got up a little later than usual, I took my breakfast while reading lapresse, the newspaper always tells the same crap, as this newspaper all goes well in the best worlds, but hey I read it anyway, the effect of routine! after I laminated lapresse magazine, I read my horoscope, which has not changed for weeks, I read the bok bok lotfi ben sassi almost always comes out the same valves. Every Sunday I know that AC is useless to read this newspaper but I do it anyway! I read also jobs that should also be renamed: job in a call center! my breakfast and read my informative hyper completed, I returned to my room, I studied a bit, after place the couscous with the family around the table! oh yeah the couscous is eaten it all together like that, you can not eat it standing in the kitchen! after I took a shower, I went for a blow dry and I ran into the same faces in the lounge. and the parade of women who return to the hammam never tire of telling their problems to the hairdresser who is delighted, since by definition, hairdressers love the gossip! trick of Hajjem! and here I am about to write the post and I turned off the radio because I'm allergic to football, which also characterizes this Sunday. after the umpteenth break, I'll try to study a little and the night fell, I materai a movie and I will sleep without completing it! it's like this every Sunday! and yet I love every Sunday with his lot and kobbi luck! I feel that all Tunisians live this day at the same pace! I have reason in your opinion? !

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November Rain

MY blog is it simply a blog? ca a blog does not mean anything, it must be mine, I who am so possesions. These days I feel nothing for me ke in the true sense. This October is finally finished, it was terrible for me, I feel like I grew up too bcp too grew up within a month. beuacoup too much change, too much disappointment. be disappointed by his family, and his parents in particular is just terrible, e I can not find any other adjective to describe what I feel. It's been a long time that I try to write this text, but I'm afraid to find myself facing the reality that I have ceased to dodge for a little over a month. nothing belongs to me as before, there are two SEAIN when I found my room after a long separation I had tears in eyes, and not only, I cried, I was homesick, I felt torn about what I loved most in the world, my parents, my house, my room, I felt uprooted, I have the impression that everybody was dropped little by little. Yesterday when I got home, I felt more at home. is this a ressite? I just be able to forget my roots, my marks, or is it a failure? this is self defense? yes I think that must be it, you leave a place, people with which you're so attached that you end up forgetting them to not feel pain, never to be wrong. I impreesion that this text does not look like nothing, it is incoherent, but he looks like me. I do not know where I am. when I was little, I was so attached to my mother that I cried every day because she was leaving for work this month and I became able to spend two weeks without seeing the file, without touching, without embrace it and do what I missed too. I'm a monster? or is that just me grow? no it is nothing of all this is just a reaction, a reaction almost juvenile in my eyes, yes I still reasons like that, I tell myself that if things do not mind not seeing me for a long time AC should not disturb me, otherwise it would be perceived as weakness on my part, and the weakness is that I hate above all else. during This month I felt alone, I feel that my mother does not love me as much as before, and as for my father, I was certain that I do not count those eyes, well almost not. not a delirious teenage, but the relalité. a reality that I have long pretended to ignore. child he does not realize that I existed, too busy with his work as a teenager, I spent my time arguing with him and at the same time trying to make me interesting, important to these eyes, I wanted that he realize that I exist and that by all means, but in vain! This now and I'm sure he never does s'iteressera me, I'm his daughter invisible. brief this month This now completed, November will be slightly better!

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the system, I piss on

Yes, I piss on the system, I spit in his face, if only he had a figure that could relieve myself. officials rotten, rotten administration, corrupt politicians, here is the reality of this system. if you do not know anyone high up there treats you like shit, just, and even worse. if you're a good, if you have principles, you're going from one disappointment from failure to failure until you resign yourself to become corrupt. it pushes you to the end, until you become part of the system or we t'exclue . Today I rebel against the system policy in Tunisia, a rotten system, like all others, a system that has not escaped the rule of decay. of the tray you can not do what you want, you have no choice for the majority anyway and it does not stop there. with the FAC as you have no choice, you bump, you're brainstorming, you finally succeed, but after you do what you want either, you do not get the direction you want. what criteria are they based? one: koll chay aktef beautiful. the lists are ready, there is 2 places if you're lucky you in and then take a voila. I find that the orientation and Others in college is ridiculous, "the university we are adults we can not force us to choose which one does not, it should be automatic, once a college and once you made it you can do anything. but not, of course with a success rate of 75% in bin there is no place for everybody, all schools are overcrowded, you can not choose your specialty. a success rate almost equal to the rate with which presidents are elected in the third world ... but of course he should be spared the teachers, they should not be too tired of them a week from 6am, he should be spared as the administration , Bein yes all those working in the field of administration are sadistic at the edges, they have to hurt you they disappoint you, they see you cry to be satisfied. your failure is a kind of orgasm for their egos. yes they have full power and they can make you what they want.
Yesterday I spent the day crying, I cried all the tears in my heart for guidance not really, because basically finance or international trade me I do not care, I hate them both . I cried just because I did not get what I wanted because in my studies I never got what I wanted, I never wanted to integrate the IHEC, I never thought of doing business studies. This year I chose finance and non-trade and of course I have not got what I wanted. and why do you think? a difference of 0.03 fait average. Yesterday I spent a sleepless night, I did not sleep, I was glued to my window to breathe fresh air, watching the sky, imploring the heavens, I tried to keep hope, keep your head up but in vain. I have always hated
interventions, I do not want take the place of someone who deserves better than me, but what to do when we see that more people than you are able to void get what we deserve we, who take our place? I too will become rotten, and I will inform you as soon as I get what I want, because I'll have 'beleftef, I shall tell you just to confirm that our system is rotten, has the support with evidence . and I ask forgiveness ADVANCE one I prick instead, which will find off the list without ever knowing why ...

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forgiveness

Today I want to ask forgiveness, forgiveness from the child growing inside me. I'm sorry Sincerely apologize for not being able to realize your dreams, sorry I gave false hope, I beg your pardon. I know you are angry against me, you think I am a failure, I am responsible for all my failures, and you just be right but I just want to say I tried everything, yes I tried everything. I had depression a while ago and I came out thanks to you, for you. a body without soul, without desire, I become a woman again, I became a woman motivated. but alas I can not help it, I'm going from failure to failure despite any my good will. again I feel weak and I beg your pardon, I beg your forgiveness and not only. I want you to help me out of this bad patch again, I want to keep their heads high. Help me feed my soul, your hopes because I feel drained. I know you, you still hope that you have not yet given up, but alas I have your innocence, your desire and your courage. I feel washed out. for help, come to my rescue once again, last time I beg you. I tried to make you happy, make you proud of the adult you've become but I did not arrive, a umpteenth disappointment is to erase all traces of hope. I can not go on without you, do not let me down, gives me strength and this time I promise I will disappoint you more. I am a victim of injustice and you know we can do nothing against this kind of thing by raising the head and move forward. I'm sorry you had in the first place, I apologize to my mother, my father, to all those who once believed in me, forgiveness does not make you proud to have known. Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness

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Tired of asking for money, want to work


Yes y'en tired of asking for money every day, every week, every year !
I no longer want to impose this sentence: I need money! a3tini flouss!
Whenever it is the same old song, I go to my mother or my father to ask for money: my asma3, ma3adech 3andi flouss w more 5arja lyoum het 20 dinars!
Or I go to dad and said, berjoulia wallah ena f9ira a3tini chwaya flouss 7ata 10lef Yezzi! y'en fucking fed up! I am ashamed to always ask for stuff and giving nothing in return! I want to work, earn my own money and spend it freely without any accountability to anyone. maiq what can I do as work? I spend all day in college courses has to Enjoy crappy and I am not even paid for it Attend! and more each time I was in college I spent a lot of money, transportation, breakfast, lunch, coffee, photocopying and the list goes on. I do not see any solutions to this problem, I have to wait, I have to finish my studies. but until when? I have to go through with my studies, doctorate and all that stuff which means that in the best case I start to work qu'al'age 27 years! I have 27 years without winning a penny of my life! AC is serious, just thinking about it makes me scared! my poor parents should never have children!