Test, and a class

We had a test in Fushaa class today, it went terrible. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I mistook the word فنون for قانون and wrote 250 words about law, and not art. I talked to my teacher and I think I'll be alright.

Then I went to my first University of Alexandria class this semester. It was packed, like there wasn't sitting room, and there wasn't standing room either. And that was with more people piling in. People were starting to sit on each others' laps. We left to gather our thoughts, and someone went inside to announce that the class had been moved down the hall. It was a literal stampede. Like if someone fell, they'd have fared worse than Mufasa, no joke.

We all get packed into the next room, and we're sitting about as far away from the door as we can be, when we're told that this is not our class. So we hack our way through the jungle of people and chairs to get out, it took a really long time, and we gave up.

Welcome in Egypt.