I confess,
That I just ran from the living room where my family are hearing news now.
I confess,
That sometimes, it’s better for you not knowing about things, even if that’s things are related to you. Sometimes it’s better for you not to know what is going on, because what is going on is still going on.
I confess,
That this month was one of the worse in my life, and I am glad that it’s end.
I confess,
That I really studied hard through this course and when the exams were on the door I was completely tired
I confess,
That even this tireness didn’t stop me to stay awake during the night and study hard for those exams.
I confess,
That I did well in the exams but I didn’t do the better I could. I didn’t get what I seek. My marks will not be the marks I was looking for.
I confess,
That I am not from that part of persons who are satisfied with the little they get.
I confess,
I want everything, every dream to come true and every inch of it to be a real.
I confess
If I will not be one of the first 10 students on my class, something really terrible will happen to me.
I confess,
That I feel lonely, that kind of feeling resemble to not even be sure that I am existing.
I confess,
That may be result from being alone with books for 2 weeks of exams.
I confess,
That I will start my second course in Pharmacy College next week.
I am hopping,
That I will be a better student this time.
I confess,
That I like the college without frog and without biology lectures
I confess,
That the professor who was giving us biology lesson made the cells of my body crying for help.
I confess,
That is the professor responsibility to make us love or hate the subject we are studying.
I confess,
That being a professor in Pharmacy College is what I am looking for, and it’s can’t be caught without being one of the first 5 students on the class.
I confess,
That the horrible situation in Mosul beside all the disturb we passed through, lead the dean of our college with no choice left but to take our exams (both mid-course and final on the same day).
No need even to mention
That It was terrible to be in the exam’s room for four and a half hour.
Not surprising,
That some students gave their answering papers not because they have finished answering them but for the fact that if they spent another moment inside that curse, dark, cold room, a really big explosion will be heard in Mosul.
I confess,
It’s a hard life for person who thinks the life is hard.
I confess,
That the silent is filling my life, even the fact’s it’s full of bombs.
I confess,
I hate glasses, and I am wearing glasses recently and I just don’t feel comfort with it nor without it.
I confess,
I feel so silly sometimes, because I leave all the horrible things that are happening around me and wine for the little things that don’t deserve to be mention.
I confess,
That my sister expects her baby to born this month.
I confess,
That I feel that my sister is the devil itself to think of having a baby in this situation.
I confess,
I laugh a lot for the note that say” the sooner you die, the longer you’ll be died”
I don’t blame,
The professor of anatomy if he gives me a low score in the exams
I confess,
That he shows me a picture and asked me what is that?
I answered that – it’s a hand, and this is carpal and those are metacarpal and phalanges.
I confess,
I received a big chock when he said “All what you said is right in case it was really a hand…..
Well, it’s a foot in fact”
I confess,
That I gave him a wild smile of a foolish girl, and I just left the room as fast as .
I confess,
There is something wrong with me.
I confess that,
The administer of the exam asked me if I am a 4th year student, I answered him that I am a 2nd year student. After a while I woke up for the fact that I am in my first year of studying.
I confess,
It’s not the glass that will help me to see things clearly; it’s something I don’t know.
Can some body help me?
