Hell.....Or something like it.

11 days.
Saturday till Wednesday.
Thats's 11 days of blood, chocalate, sweat, pressure, insomnia, cookies, red bulls and notes affectionatly known as "The Finals".

Then we're free...free in the beautiful breezy weather of this wonderful city of ours. If you didn't notice i'm ecstatic. Really I am.

The problems really start with the report card. Even if you didn't fail anything and got a B+ average, it's still not good enough. "Why didn't you do better in **** ?! and ***** and ****** ?!?!" Needless to say parents aren't that excited.

But you're only waiting for the day you leave for wherever you're going to. Till then, you have absolutely nothing to do except drive around in your car with the busted a.c sweating like a pig until you find a pool that has colorfuly exotic creatures swimming with you to cool off for a bit.

Then you get back in your car to start sweating again so you go to one of the malls you can't get into all year long because it's a family place and no you and your cousins aren't considered a "family" to cool off but you get kicked out because you're wearing shorts and they don't listen when you tell them you just want to eat so you start to get mad and scream at the poor security guard who just started his new job so the cops come and give you a little ride in their small ass car for causing a disturbance.

So now you're squeezed with 4 other guys in the back of a Lumina with your face squished up against the window while the cop just drives around aimlessly because the station is too far and he doesn't want to go there just now.

When you finally get dropped off you're temporarily blinded by the influx of air and you're sweating a goddamn marathon runner and you smell like an egg sandwich thats been left with a skunk to play with in a trunk for a couple of years.

Now you're stuck at the station with poor crying indians picked up for walking in the street when the cops were bored and 63oos and drunken 63oos and 63oos who are high and every kind 63s you can imagine, all packed in one small room with NO a.c.

You take out your phone to call your dad so he can bail you out but then you remember he's still pissed at your grades so you call your older cousin only to find out he's in 5obar partying with all your other cousins and they were gonna invite you but some things came up and they forgot about you so now you no one to bail you out.

And then you notice the guy next to you is looking at you mighty suspiciously so you try to change your place but you don't go anywhere cus your 63s friend looks like Goldylocks compared to the other people there even though he's missing his two front teeth and he looks like he cooks with the grease from his hair so you try to make a friend of him but all he wants is your phone so he can say hi to his dad who's in china to buy DVD players cus he's opening a new electronics store and my new 63sy friend is his manager.

5 hours into waiting you go into the captain's office and start screaming like you got a death wish and luckily he's not really in the mood for you so he gives you your I.D and kicks you out of the station before you get to say goodbye to Mslaa6 and Morsi (your 63sy friend and his egyptian brother from another mother) because they're getting shipped off to jail for trying to illegally sell 3arag (saudi made booze if anyones curious) as mineral water from Fiji and painting stray cats to sell as exotic lynxes and baby tigers.

It's 3 am. You check your phone to find it off cus your stupid charger broke 2 days ago and you forgot to buy a new one so theres no battery in your phone. You drive home to find your dad waiting for you at the door aiming with his shoe to bang you in the head for coming home at 3:45 so you start telling him what happened and he settles for screaming at you and blaming you for everything that happened even though you told him about the broken a.c. 7 weeks ago and he didn't really care about it.

Finally, you get to bed and you lie down and think "Well that wasn't the worst start to the summer." At that moment, a crazy idiot crashes into your house's outside wall, wrecking both his car and yours in the process. He jumps out and runs. Turns out his car wasn't really his car, it was stolen 7 hours ago when he jumped a poor Indonesian guy with both grandma and granddaughter in the back of the car. Kicked em out and ran like the wind. Also, your insurance ran out last week so you're pretty much screwed.


Oh well.


Shit happens.