Busy Day

This was a busy day and I'm tired as hell because I ran through half of the city. But I'm still going to stay awake because today is the day of the NBA's final of finals and I wouldn't miss it for anything.

I'm pretty happy about Mexico beat France with 2 goals. However on the other hand I feel sorry for those poor players in the France team because all of this is domenech's fault. Seriously, that man is an arrogant jerk. I think that one moment when the camera showed Henry and Cisse talking on the sideline with weird faces told everything. I can only hope after this nasty failure they will get rid of that idiot (domenech).

I missed the second part of the Argentin game but I am incredibly glad about the result, especially that Higuain kicked 3 goals and messi still didn't do anything-MUHAHA, let's hope it will stay that way. Higuain is one of those players who aren't being appreciated the way they should be. Plus, I hate messi. I just can't stand that man.

But back to my busy day. So I had my last exam (before the huge final) today, Press-History. Now this is a funny story. The truth is I didn't learn a word for it. I only read it once and a half (yeah, a half on the bus). First I went to a wrong class and waited for the teacher to arrive about 10 minutes. I would have waited more but I was in a hurry so I went on a mission to find her. She happened to be in the next class, God knows why. Maybe she liked the atmosphere of that one more, not that there was any kind of differention between the two rooms. Anyway she announced that this would be an oral test and I was like: "Awesome. I don't know anything. Let's do it!" Of course I didn't say it to her. And if that wouldn't be enough she gave me dualism. You have to know that's the only part of history I've never ever known. I don't know how but I just can't keep it in mind. So I sat down and pretend to think. Lucky me, I can talk about nothing for hours. That's how it could have happened I only know 3 sentence but in the end she thought I studied for the exam and I only got 4 and not 5 because she asked something I couldn't answer. But I don't care about the mark. It was my LAST exam before the gigantic final. I'm about to finish university! Yippppeeee!

I mentioned I was in a hurry. That was because my elementary school form master retires and I was asked to be there at her goodbye-party. After I successfuly passed my exam I literally ran through half of the city to get there in time. I felt like Superwoman :)
Call me sentimental but I love going back to my old school. Not to mention to 7th district. I lived the first 18 years of my life there. I still call it home. I know lots of people think the city and it's noises, the smog are disgusting and barely bearable but I couldn't live without those. I still haven't got used to the garden city life. And now I got distracted again. Back to the party. It was pretty nice, students sang and dance then finally I could give my flower to her. She was so happy to see me and surprised I was there. I really liked her and I was lucky to have her as my teacher for 4 years. I still remember her face when my classmate asked her on our last camp if we were allowed to smoke. Let me say, she was speechless :LOL:
I was so lucky that I could sit next to that chick who hates me. She's a teacher, too. She hates me because when my ex was going out with her sister he talked about me all the time. I didn't know about it until she mentioned it at one of our classes with a bitchy tone. Of course, I didn't need more because nobody talks to me that way, not even a teacher and our conversation ended with her being crashed. Anyway, you won't believe what her first question was: "How is he?" Seriously? How pathetic she still holds the grudge against me. It happened years before. Get a life!
I also met my high school form master. I was a little afraid how she would react to me. Last summer her husband died in cancer but I came to know about it too late so I couldn't make it to the funeral. We were very close and I was really ashamed of myself that I couldn't even sent her a letter because I lost her address. But it all worked out well. She is absoulutely not mad at me. Actually, she was so happy to see me she almost started to cry.
I also got some sad news. One of my old friend's mom died last week. Though I didn't see her in a few years it still hurts. I knew her since I was 6 and she was such a nice lady. She had some serious diseases ever since I knew her but last time we met she looked so fine, she even started to work so I was pretty shocked when my friend told me what happened.
How is that there isn't at least one day when I don't get any bad news? Because this could have been the perfect day but now it ended with me going to a funeral.