Sunday, June 10, 2007/1:13 PM
The Weirdest Experience Of My Life by Namira Binte Abdul Nasir
One morning was doing my blasted math corrections that Mrs. Low dragged me to school for me to finish. But I couldn’t care less when I was in school. I had absolutely no mood for mathematics and Mrs. Low. So I pretended to the corrections in class and told Mrs. Low that I was going to finish it that night and give it to her the next morning. I decided to do it that afternoon so I can wipe out the corrections before sundown. So my entire night will be free.
That afternoon, was one of the most weirdest afternoons of my entire life. I felt very spirited that afternoon. The sun was shining and somehow the atmosphere kept me going to finish. I’ve never felt such a mathematical rush and craving my entire life. It was like a surge of happiness engulfed me when I was doing the corrections. My heart skipped with glee when I finished a equation. At times, I would frantically search for another problem I could solve, another inequality I could equalize, other values of x and y that need to be discovered, another error I could correct. Irony was the only reason for it. An unexplainable occurrence. It could never be understood. Not by the greatest minds in the world. It’s like the existence of myths and ghosts. Are they real? Can anybody understand them? Is it possible?
I explained this occurrence to my parents. With a chuckle, my father replied, ‘Namira, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?’
‘It’s just a phase in life, darling,’ my mother explained, ‘You are finally gaining a sense of responsibility in life. Don’t see this as a curse, dear. It’s perfectly natural. Your father and I want you to know that we are proud of you,’
‘Mother! This is entirely unreal! It’s not natural. Besides, nobody gains a sense of responsibility at fifteen!’ I clarified. ‘ Just look at the people at my school! It’s true.’
I gave up at this stage. There is just no possible way to explain such a revelations to adults. So many questions unanswered. Must I carry on with life not knowing? There is only one thing I can say.
‘Thank you Mrs. Low.’
One morning was doing my blasted math corrections that Mrs. Low dragged me to school for me to finish. But I couldn’t care less when I was in school. I had absolutely no mood for mathematics and Mrs. Low. So I pretended to the corrections in class and told Mrs. Low that I was going to finish it that night and give it to her the next morning. I decided to do it that afternoon so I can wipe out the corrections before sundown. So my entire night will be free.
That afternoon, was one of the most weirdest afternoons of my entire life. I felt very spirited that afternoon. The sun was shining and somehow the atmosphere kept me going to finish. I’ve never felt such a mathematical rush and craving my entire life. It was like a surge of happiness engulfed me when I was doing the corrections. My heart skipped with glee when I finished a equation. At times, I would frantically search for another problem I could solve, another inequality I could equalize, other values of x and y that need to be discovered, another error I could correct. Irony was the only reason for it. An unexplainable occurrence. It could never be understood. Not by the greatest minds in the world. It’s like the existence of myths and ghosts. Are they real? Can anybody understand them? Is it possible?
I explained this occurrence to my parents. With a chuckle, my father replied, ‘Namira, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?’
‘It’s just a phase in life, darling,’ my mother explained, ‘You are finally gaining a sense of responsibility in life. Don’t see this as a curse, dear. It’s perfectly natural. Your father and I want you to know that we are proud of you,’
‘Mother! This is entirely unreal! It’s not natural. Besides, nobody gains a sense of responsibility at fifteen!’ I clarified. ‘ Just look at the people at my school! It’s true.’
I gave up at this stage. There is just no possible way to explain such a revelations to adults. So many questions unanswered. Must I carry on with life not knowing? There is only one thing I can say.
‘Thank you Mrs. Low.’
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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