Dear Blog,

It's been a long time since I've talked to you. I told you, I had exams. I guess that's the primary reason I wouldnt talk for long with you. I had a lot to say but was just too stressed out to take the effort to communicate with you. Well, exams are over and summer is here. Kind of.

Exams. It was weird the way I used to remind myself that I had literally a week to study for exams and how I would always end up studying the day before; or in the case of Biology and Stats, the morning of. I don't want to think about or talk about how well I did. I've devoted enough time to them and it's time to get away. I walked out of the stats exam relieved that I had finished off exams. Two things however, overtook my thoughts of freedom from the drudgery of 3 hour guess-a-thons and the subsequent thoughts of 'summer is here-ness'. I had another exam the next day and the site of a mass exodus of on-campus kids from McMaster for the year the two things on my mind.

The exam the next day: was the final for Relgious Studies 2Q03. Introduction to Islam. I can honestly say that everything I wrote on that exam, I knew before I started the course (with the exception of the Shiite Ithna-Ashari boys and those gangsters called Muta'azilites) I didn't take the studying for this too seriously and Alhamdulillah, think I did pretty well. In my over-zealous anticipation of true freedom from exams, I forgot my cell phone at the bottom of the chair and had to call security to get it out for me. Saucy people these security folk.

'What does it look like sir?'

'Its silver and it's the thinnest phone you've ever seen'
'I see'

3 minutes later,

'You weren't kidding'

The mass exodus: The sun was beaming, the wind non-existant, my coat too warm, and the feeling that the year was over everpresent. When I saw all the kids leaving campus, packing up and dispersing from the residnces, it finally dawned on me that I really did like this year and I was going to miss it. An uneasy feeling really. I called Usama and asked him where he was. After helping him pack away Abdus Samad's crap in his Civic, Usama suggested we go eat. Off to Harveys we went. This Abdus Samad character: decieving (relatively). I knew he was pulling A's in everything (in stark contrast to me) and was your typical pre-med keener, but what I didn't realize at the time was just how aware of where he was in this moment of time in his life and just how aware he was of why he was there. Surprise number one: he said being a doctor was just one choice of many and no, he added, the other choices weren't backups, they were equally legitimate. Then he continued on to rant about the dynamic of brown (Muslim brown really) kids in North America and how the backwardness of the desi parental unit was bogging 'us' down and how it was 'our' job to create a new, islamic, culture in the west. I'll be honest, this is one thing I had specific interest in and was mighty impressed when he rather eloquently blabbed about it to Usama, who quite frankly was a little awe struck. I threw in my 3 cents as well, just to make sure he didn't feel awkward and a different voice to this revelatory experience. Good discussion it turned out to be. AbduS was definitely someone I had to keep an eye out for from now on. I liked him. They dropped me off and headed off home to 'Sauga

Ahead: I need money and time this summer. Money for stuff and time to catch up on two passions that I managed to thouroughly neglect this year. Lifting weights and playing ball. Ive dropped to a rather 'not so hard' 213 lbs and I'm pretty sure my shot is more off than Mike Bullard's punchlines. Oh, and a summer hairdo. The girls have effectively told me not to dye it. Funny, Hafsa was saying how all of her friends had thought my 'Gold' experiment last year was a disaster. The odd thing is, all the guys said the bleached long hair looked fly. I had always thought that Engineers were the coolest kids on campus and generally trusted their opinions moreso than others. I don't know anymore. I don't really know what to think. One one side, we had the allegedly out of style Engineers and on the other, Girls. I think I'll do my own ijtihad and derive judgements from the primary sources of Aesthetic Fiqh itself, the mirror and the home movie of me prancing around last summer.

We'll see. I think that's enough for now bloggy, time to kailoola.

Your's truly,

Goldinder Singh

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