and then our exile

hum. a beautiful sunrise, and I am left to wonder at what has happened to myself.
~

Yesterday, I made my peace with my teachers; my math-stuff turns out to be mostly correct, except for little things. And so I feel better about that.
A while ago I was somewhat disgusted with the way they were knocking teachers off--especially Mr.Bell, one of the best English teachers I've had. Well, he's still around, at Argyll, but has been moved over to the correspondence section. Talked to him yesterday--we got onto the topic of Iraq [ONCE MORE MUNTAKA THIS IS THE LAND I SPEAK OF], and he says he meant to write me over the summer, basically saying that I was right and he wrong. :)

Walked to SUB from the MCE, and prayed jum'ah there--and want to go there every week, now. The place is packed like you would not believe (held at 1.15 in the meditation room--downstairs), and all with people I know. Well, almost all. Sharafe gave the khutba ("sermon")--personal, direct, involved, focussed, with a clear message and even some jokes thrown in. The other masajid, unfortunately, don't go that direction, generally. And, I saw Khaled J*mha(!!) whom I haven't even seen since last Ramadan! Afterwards, Zachariya and I walked around campus, talking of Dante and anecdotal university and other; he dropped me off at Alhambra Books for a bit (the place is awesome. i must go there often, but fear for my bank account.), prayed 'asr at the MCE, and then to his place for food, and to al-Rashid for taraweeh: beautiful, beautiful, beautiful qir'ah. I wish the place was closer by, instead of northside--:@

Physics.

[edit: boomboomboom! 100% on English midterm! alhamdulillah! the 1,867 words were worth it! boo to Farooq for complaining!]