Signs where Kuwait started to turn bad: KINDERGARTEN

So I was getting outta my room heading out to literally run away from home and meet up with a friend that I haven't seen for months...

On my way out, I heard my niece asking my sister (her mom) this cute little question (I'll write it in Arabic to show my point):
"ماما ... صج هوت دوج بالانجليزي يعني نقينقة*؟"

*Nuqainuqa since the marks aren't properly shown in Arabic...

I literally kept on laughing for 5 minutes maybe... Not that much of a laughter, but when I came to my senses, I realized how WRONG that was...



My niece is still in kindergarten... I asked my sister where did she learn that and she said it was her teacher who taught my niece that...

Now seriously, this incident explained and clarified several things for me:

ONE - YOU THINK IT'S CUTE, BUT IT'S WRONG:

Hearing funny stuff coming from children is fun and cute...
My niece used to call me "Walaal" and her sister calls me "Dalaal" now (Thanks to her, my friends are calling me "Dalaal" as well)...
My youngest brother used to call me "Thalaal" because he had hard time saying "R" which was kinda cute
I used to say "مايطافي" as in "مطافي"... I didn't know back then...
My niece calls the computer "Oh My God" since her mom always yells "OH MY GOD" every time she get's close to the computer...

Cute children, cute names, but things will be ugly if they grew up keeping these names without knowing (Or teaching them) the real and true names...

Let's go back to the hot dog event...

There's two reason (I came up with) to tell the little child that wrong "Nuqainuqa" name:

1) The teacher don't know the English name for it.
If that's the case, I have several questions:
a. WHY THE HELL DID SHE OPEN HER MOUTH AND SPOKE WITH SOMETHING SHE KNEW NOTHING ABOUT!?
b. HOW THE HELL DID SHE BECOME A TEACHER NOT KNOWING SUCH A SIMPLE, EASY AND COMMON WORD?
c. WHO THE HELL DID QUALIFY YOU TO BECOME A TEACHER?
d. WHO THE HELL WOULD HIRE SUCH TEACHER THAT LACKS SUCH ENGLISH SKILLS!?

If that wasn't the case (Which is probably is not), I have this question:
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU CORRECT THE CHILD'S DEFINITION AND WRONGNESS!?

2) The teacher didn't know that feeding them wrong definitions and words in early years is like writing on cement; easily written when wet, almost impossible (Or let's just say hard) to erase when dry (As in, they get old).

Teachers shouldn't do that... They should at least say "I don't know" if they literally DON'T KNOW!!

There's a total difference between "Someone who knows stuff and can teach" and a "Teacher"...

Teacher (Specially kindergarten teachers) has other responsibilities than just "Deliver information to students"... They have to EDUCATE them... Teach them manners... Teach them true from false... Right from wrong... Do from Don't... They have to correct whatever wrong behavior they aquired even if it means contacting their parents to tell them about it...

I know it's not easy to handle kids and children because of their innocent and pure souls and minds... But if you're not up to handling them properly, you're better off not dealing with'em at all because, without knowing it, you'll create a generation that's built on false facts and wrong ideas...

I remember my Arabic teacher back when I was 7 years old... I asked him a question that my dad knew the answer for it but he didn't... I was really shocked like "You're a teacher!! How can you not know that!?"... He simply replied with "No one is born knowing everything... We all keep on learning... I know some stuff that you don't know, and you probably know some stuff that I don't know... I know more Arabic stuff, you probably know more Science and math stuff than me"... I was stunned because he didn't lie and he gave me the flawless reply... I had to respect him more than ANY other teacher in the world...

In general, When it comes to teaching, you don't feed your students with wrong info and answers... You whether say "I don't know" or "I don't know, I'll look it up in my own books and give you a good answer tomorrow (Or later)"...



That concludes my first part of the "Signs where Kuwait started to turn bad"...


NOTES:
My sister went to that fake teacher and gave her a headache for feeding her daughter wrong stuff... I wouldn't surprised if she spat on her face... She'd get that aggressive :P

Killer pigeons...

Enough weird dreams already!!!

What the HELL is wrong with me and the weird dreams that pop in my head!?

OK enough freaking out... Here's how the idea was:



I went to my friend's apartment (Some fictional person that, his face looks totally unfamiliar)... And when I opened his apartment's door, I saw him laying on the ground with 7 pigeons eating up his body...

I freaked out and called "11271" (Which is, "777" in real life... WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THREE NUMBERS!?) and later on they came and took care of everything...

On my way back home, I keep seeing pigeons flying over covered in blood with some meat remaining on their pecks\face...



Then I woke up and literally thought that was real for the next few hours that, I was actually going to call one of my friends to confirm that the killer pigeons doesn't exist (or atleast, not in Kuwait)...



Now, I can assume I'm having THIS weird dream because I ate too much "Papa Jones" Pizza... But that doesn't explain why I had the weird previous dreams...

Can anyone recommend a good shrink!? :P

Ow... My back...

I'm not an active sport guy...

I do sports whenever I really need to... Like, when I run away from my friends wanting to beat the crap out of me because I said a lame joke (Which stalled them for few seconds giving me some time to run while they think about the joke) or my college class...

Anyway, for some reason, my back hurts which that it wasn't any of a big deal...

But I went to the doctor just to check it up... After all, it was in the middle of my backbone...

The doctor almost literally said "Tsk... You just pulled a muscle... Grow up kiddo"...

He said to come by if nothing changed in 3 days... In my own mind, I was like "Such a lazy ass... But it's ok, I'll play along with'em"...


After a week from that day, my back pain actually grew, let's say, a double and half times the pain it actually caused back then... It's not that I can't bear with it... It's just annoying and I'm starting to worry because, hey, it's my back and the middle of the backbone... If it's something, I might lose an important part...

So I went to the doc again (Another doc though) and explained the whole thing... He asked me to take an X-ray image of my back and the guy who took the image made me pose like a model laying on some flat plastic bed :P

He looked at the image and all and was like "You need to rest... It's only the muscle that you pulled"...

I thought "Bullshit!! A muscle pull wouldn't last this long"... He resumed "You need to stay in bed for atleast 2 days... As in, the only time you get off the bad is to answer the nature's call"...

Ofcourse his answer didn't satisfy me... So I just played along and was like "Hopefully the time to sleep that amount of time would come..."



Well, alot of things happened and all... I have flu now thanks to my nieces and all... So I decided to relax and stay home yesterday... Which I did...

I played Call of Duty 5 and HAWX... Went to bed by 18:00... Woke up by 10:00...

To me, it's a big accomplishment since I haven't been able to sleep for more than 5 hours in the last few months...



I woke up to check my back, and the pain is 3/4 gone... I can't really believe it... The docs were right...

Now I feel like going out and pull that muscle again to have an excuse to stay home and be treated :P

Come to think of it, How the hell did I pull that muscle? By STANDING OFF MY COMPUTER CHAIR!?



Lessons to be learned:
* Public Hospital aren't that bad... Yes, we see slacky docs every now'n'then, but there's good ones as well
* Must keep my nieces away from me... They made me sick :P
* I should buy more chocolate to entertain me while I'm in bed :P