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Emmmm, I want to start my web log, but I have hated writing since I was a teenager
How difficult it is to write something. Sadegh Hedayat says : “ I must keep my idea for myself .” I appreciate his tag, but I want to get my mark in Grammar 2 . Ouch ! Destiny makes me start writing and I hope to continue it.
So for the first post, I just say the summary of my day . Today I had a class with Pro. Mirsaidi at 1:30, but he didn’t come, so I went to the library which is under ground, and I reviewed my lessons (good student!!) . Quite accidentally, when I was looking at the book shelves, I saw a book about Forough Farokhzad. Now I can’t remember it's exact title. It maybe something like “ my first romantic heart’s beats ”. That was some pieces of lovely letters that Forough sent to her beloved friend. When I read some of them, I felt so bad. It isn’t good that everybody knows your feeling about a person who you love. Maybe she never thought someday her notes be published, and everybody reads them, and they may laugh at her childish feelings. All these things made me hate writing . Maybe I am wrong .
When library was closed, I went to" self " for break, and I chosed a secluded corner for myself . Oh my God, that has a wonderful view to everywhere, and you could watch everybody from the window.
I put a picture of this location and that scene . When I drank my tea and saw thoughtfully out of window, I saw that funny scene. that was like a short movie that made me laughed so loud . Sorry my dear classmates, I can’t explain what happened exactly. Just know that was something with one of my classmates in faculty of law. Poor guy ! I think he never thought I saw his action, but if I were him , I did exactly the same as he did.
After that, I went to my criminology class with Pro. Rayejian at 5:30. He asked some question of our Norouz’s project about criminal terminology, but nobody could answer his questions in proper way. Poor memory ! when he asked me , I said some stuff that even I couldn’t understand myself. I used 3 sentences to reply his question, and the verb of two of them were “ be manseye zohour berese.” That was such a funny answer , and my professor along the class once refer to my verb and said “be ghole doustan ‘be manseye zohour berese’.” So it became the catch phrase of the day.
Just this for today. I would appreciate your comment and any correction my errors.
Emmmm, I want to start my web log, but I have hated writing since I was a teenager
How difficult it is to write something. Sadegh Hedayat says : “ I must keep my idea for myself .” I appreciate his tag, but I want to get my mark in Grammar 2 . Ouch ! Destiny makes me start writing and I hope to continue it.
So for the first post, I just say the summary of my day . Today I had a class with Pro. Mirsaidi at 1:30, but he didn’t come, so I went to the library which is under ground, and I reviewed my lessons (good student!!) . Quite accidentally, when I was looking at the book shelves, I saw a book about Forough Farokhzad. Now I can’t remember it's exact title. It maybe something like “ my first romantic heart’s beats ”. That was some pieces of lovely letters that Forough sent to her beloved friend. When I read some of them, I felt so bad. It isn’t good that everybody knows your feeling about a person who you love. Maybe she never thought someday her notes be published, and everybody reads them, and they may laugh at her childish feelings. All these things made me hate writing . Maybe I am wrong .
When library was closed, I went to" self " for break, and I chosed a secluded corner for myself . Oh my God, that has a wonderful view to everywhere, and you could watch everybody from the window.
I put a picture of this location and that scene . When I drank my tea and saw thoughtfully out of window, I saw that funny scene. that was like a short movie that made me laughed so loud . Sorry my dear classmates, I can’t explain what happened exactly. Just know that was something with one of my classmates in faculty of law. Poor guy ! I think he never thought I saw his action, but if I were him , I did exactly the same as he did.
After that, I went to my criminology class with Pro. Rayejian at 5:30. He asked some question of our Norouz’s project about criminal terminology, but nobody could answer his questions in proper way. Poor memory ! when he asked me , I said some stuff that even I couldn’t understand myself. I used 3 sentences to reply his question, and the verb of two of them were “ be manseye zohour berese.” That was such a funny answer , and my professor along the class once refer to my verb and said “be ghole doustan ‘be manseye zohour berese’.” So it became the catch phrase of the day.
Just this for today. I would appreciate your comment and any correction my errors.
Sincerely yours
ouch...I forgot to put the pic ;)
ReplyDeleteGreat and fun.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to have the opportunity to read from a would-be lawyer.
Good luck.