Month: October 2010
So tomorrow I have the fluid mechanics midterm. That explains why I jumped into the car and went on an aimless drive around khalifa city, trying to relieve stress from thinking about shear stress and the strain tensor.
I am worried abt tomorrow’s midterm cz there’s no final and the rest of the grades will be distributed among assignments and project. Ilmohem im not panicking though cz ever since I was a kid my uneducated mom taught me the best recipe for preparing for an exam…on exam day, pray two extra rakaas before your exam and make duaa. Very simple. They don’t teach us that in school…
Besides if we really think about it, the exam paper is just a paper that we fill, hand in and when it comes back to us, it comes back COLORED….
If only things were that simple.
My mom didn’t get an education thanks to the Yemeni philosophy of not educating girls. I never understood that…maybe they think that educated become too independent and out-of-control…my dad thought differently though, and the result is me…but truth be told, my standards were set higher than my brothers…I had to do exceptionally well in school if I were to go to an expensive university like AUS…my brothers were going to be educated regardless because they were guys but the standards were different for me…
And when I was getting frustrated with my job and was telling my dad that I was going to quit and reapply back to grad school, he said,”now you know why Yemeni fathers don’t educate their girls.” He really wanted me to keep the job for financial reasons but it’s not like I’m starving in grad school…
Then the day he said, “It’s illogical for a person to leave a corporate job for a stipend…”
And of course i told him, “can u say that again because one day I’m going to quote you…”
A part of me wants to write a book on my dad titled, “Dreams from my father,” “Conversations We Never Had” or “The Trip Home…”
Cz I realize that every step in my life is taking me closer and closer home, but I don’t quite reach…it’s like an asymptote…from Sharjah to Dubai to samha to khalifa city…I’m getting closer…
So why “Conversations we never had.”?
Cz when I was a kid I never understood why our education was so important to my dad. My dad didnt know that i wasnt benefitting much from the school system because i studied on my own at home. The school system was there just for me to socialize and the exams
Of course… But actually sitting and paying attention to teachers was not always a priority…i used to be one of those students who bunked classes everytime i felt like it…and I only got away with it because I was above most school rules and regulations…I.e. Teachers knew to leave me alone and not bother me…
But then years later i got my lovely job and finally understood.
I felt history was
repeating itself in the sense that society didnt respect my father cz he didn’t have a degree and so he got stuck in his job for years and couldn’t become a manager because of that one piece of paper. The same way that my colleagues didn’t respect me because I was a female trainee…my dad’s office diary was empty because he didn’t have that many important meetings to attend to just like my office diary remained empty for the time I was in my job. And I felt what my dad felt, he felt that his job in the office was not important cz thats exactly what I was feeling…but his job was important to us, because he was my father. And I realized I could stay quiet and accept the stupidity at work or forget about the money and go back to school.
Just a few days back my dad actually came to me and honestly said, “I really respect your leaving your job for school.”
And I thought, finally, though he was the one who was against the move the most..
Once I frankly told him, “You know dad, coming to think about it, you’re the one who wanted to be a manager. This job is your dream. Not mine.”
I didn’t study to make money for anyone. I was in the game for the knowledge itself…
And that explains the “Dreams from my father” title..
I guess the time has come for me to formulate my own dreams…
That’s it for today…enough wasting time And back to fluid mechanics…
When you throw a rock into the ocean, you hear a splash and then you don’t see it again. It sinks to the bottom, and you think it’s gone for good. On the surface, everything seems the same, but according to the laws of physics, displacement of water had occurred, and the ocean isn’t the same.
Same thing happens when others pass by our lives. Maybe they touch a heart, cause a smile and then leave. They think that they’re gone forever, but deep down inside their memories burn so deeply, that the ocean of our being isn’t the same again.
Think of the last time someone cast a rock into your ocean, and then call them to tell them thank you. For they might not have realized how much they’ve changed your life, because on the surface, everything seemed the same, but deep down inside, the ocean was not the same.
Quote of The Day,
“Did you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many people have pictures of you, how many moments of other people’s lives we’ve been in. Were we part of someone’s life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it.”
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Today we derived the Navier-Stokes equation…again. Quite fascinating stuff to tell you the truth. Letters, indices and signs flying all over the board. And to think that once upon a time I was filing paper in the office. I think my dad’s gotten over the shock that his chiriku of a daughter left this fat-easy-coming paycheck to go back to class and have a new experience. But when someone gives you so much money, they are taking three main things from you; time, mental capacity and peace of mind.
So the Navier-Stokes equation made me think; if only life could be described by a set of well-defined mathematical equations. There’s so much order in equations. And solutions can be determined -if not always- but most of the time, using numerical and analytical methods. But if we were to build similar equations of life, what factors would come into play; the past and the present, the people and the lifestyle, thinking processes and emotional processes, laughter, tears, hatred and love.
Talking about love, do you believe in love? Most people who know me know that I’m a cynic when it comes to matter of the heart. People exaggerate it in movies -and in real life. And a lot f “love” stories that I’ve heard when I was in school have turned into ashes.now the people involved are happily married to other people…and there’s Facebook to prove all that.
But sometimes I feel I’m a cynic cz I grew up among guys. In other words I grew up playing wrestling with my brothers instead of barbie dolls…and more than once I’ve had them eat my share of food.Consequently, members of the male species don’t fascinate me too much. Sometimes I can look at my brother and know exactly what he’s thinking. A similar thing happens to a friend of mine who also grew up among brothers, and we think it’s pretty cool that we got some insights into the male psyche. It makes me think of “think like a man, act like a woman”.
And all those thoughts began with Navier Stokes equation. What do u think? Wanna try to write mathematical equations for life?