RandomThe walls of my school were recently tiled because the owner of the school, Dr. Amine, thought it would be stimulating for the students and would look nice. He's a neurosurgeon so nobody questioned his opinion. Besides, he does own the school: ultimately, he can do whatever he pleases.
Well, after tiling the walls, the school turned out to look like one big bathroom. Despite the feeling of having to piss all the time, it turned out alright because now one could ask the teacher to go to the bathroom and simply be able to roam the halls without having to lie. I mean, if you're on the third floor, you're automatically always in a bathroom.
But I realized that most of my brilliant ideas originate in the shower. So maybe the bathroom look is truly thought provoking.
Today in the shower, however, I did not come up with any new ideas. Instead, I recollected past events. I guess I never really grasped the magnitude of the event till now. And let me tell you, boy is it amazing.
Gawd really has blessed me numerous amounts of times with crazy miracles, but this I think tops the cake because it is so insanely far-fetched. Okay see, we had this AP Biology paper that we had to do and it would count as a test grade. I really didn't feel like doing it and didn't care about the consequences. On the day it was due, the teacher came around to collect it, she waited for me to hand it to her and I just shook my head implying a "no." I mean I would be able to get away with it by talking to her about it, but I was too lazy to even do that. She simply moved on to the boys side to collect their papers.
As the quarter drew to an end, I grew more nervous and anxious to see what she had done with the grades. Summar would ask everyday if she had graded them and my heart would instantly jump a beat. Sure I haven't done lots of homework, essays, heck even the senior project we had to do as juniors, but this was different. This was a TEST GRADE. Would she excuse me? Give me a zero? I don't know if this sounds crazy but I was curious to see what would happen; it kinda gave me an adrenaline rush.
Summar, Leena, and I were in the lab one day after-school and Mrs. Syed happened to stroll in. Summar of course grasped the opportunity to ask once again if they were graded. Mrs. Syed began with, "Honey, I haven't graded them. But you do have grades for them." Seeing our confused looks, she continued, "I had put them on the ledge and - istagfir'Allah - but they blew out the window." I haven't laughed that hard ever. Leena asked her what she was going to do. Mrs. Syed explained that she was just going to give everyone A's. I couldn't believe it, the papers flew out a window! How Amazing.
Of course I couldn't accept an A. It would be haraam and I’d feel entirely guilty. When I confronted her about it she had already sent in the grades and said it was her mistake for forgetting and that she felt wrong for going back and putting something lower. I insisted, she finally agreed. Turns out she forgot to change it again, and when report cards came out, there was my grade, A for AP Bio.
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