My life.

I feel jumpy all of a sudden. And no, this is not a long story I'm writing. Not this time. So I guess this time I talk about my new school and how it has been going so far.

Boohoo, I bet you wouldn't wouldn't wanna know about this school. This school has its own CLEAN swimming pool. It isn't that big, but an Olympic Finalist was born there. Yes, Velimer Stjepanovic, studied in the school before I joined and he was in the Finals of London 2012. How cool is that? Don't believe me (http://www.thenational.ae/sport/other-sport/dubai-college-teen-swimmer-plots-world-route-for-olympic-success). By the way, the school's name is Jumeirah College. Called a college, but is a school in reality. 

The teachers are epic, especially my class teacher. He is super cool, just like some of the other teachers. They are not discreet, at all (what more can you ask for?). We joke about One Direction a lot. Many girls get offended, like really offended, and that is our secret intention.

An another time, we were revising about reproduction and the teacher (not mine, my friend's) was bald and had a long beard, and British too. So he started of saying, "Men's hair grow faster when they think about sex." and he pointed at his long beard and went, "TAADAAA." Honestly, how much epic-er can a teacher get?

An another time, we were looking at some hilarious signs and posters, the teacher showed us a condom stapled to the wall. If you don't get the joke, ask your mom or dad.

My life is awesome, I get to go out, watch movies and come back at midnight. Have I told you my Diwali incident? If I have, you can skip this paragraph. Well, my friend called me to Karama (the Indian place of Dubai) at around 8 o'clock. Previously, my Mom and I had a quarrel and she was mad. So to comfort her, I stayed back for half an hour. I left at thirty-minutes-past-eight (that's how British people say it). I reached there at 9 and promised my mom I'd be back by 10. We went and started bursting crackers, dangerously. Threw bijili at each other. One of them went into my friend's shirt and burst. While we were bursting, the police suddenly came and we ran (bursting crackers is against the law). By then, it was 10 and I had to go. But those people actually took my phone and called my mom, and asked her to allow me to stay by. Yes, they did that. We walked and burst the crackers in a different location. While walking back, we saw some hookers. You must know guys, and I don't need to narrate what we did (no, we didn't talk to them). Then after a while, I went back home. Reached home at 12:30. After I left, the police came and one of my friends ran into the police. Such a nincompoop. 

Yes, that is what happened, it legend ... wait for it ... diwali. xD

So that's it for now. Going to South Africa for winter holidays. The end of the world is a way of YOLO 
people killing themselves. Even if it happens, I'm going to South Africa where the Cape of Good Hope lies.
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