Happy Holidays

Nothing disturbed me last week more than the announcement that a parents meeting will be held on Friday. God, I hate parents meetings, they're so tiring especially when held after a long working day. Friday, however, was exceptionally exhausting because before the parents meeting, we had a party.

The kids sang, danced and jumped joyfully waiting impatiently for the arrival of Santa Clause who's going to get them Christmas gifts they were waiting for and asking about all the week. But, to our surprise, when Santa arrived they panicked! And most of the very young kids burst into tears. So the dances and songs turned into tears and shrieks at the moment they caught sight of Santa.

Ahmed, however, did not cry. But he was alert all the time; his legs were in a stand by position, ready to run for his life whenever Santa came close. I couldn't stop laughing at him, at the alert expression he had on his face, and at his stumbling by anything that came across his way as he rushed away from the man.

Duha, on the other hand, wasn't frightened at all. She was amazed and very excited by the arrival of the Ho Ho man and kept chasing him from place to place, gazing at his face, pulling his clothes and his beard, as if he was a new stunning toy she wanted to examine.

It was fun. The kids looked very cute and so adorable. One of the teachers noticed my extreme pleasure and said: "you're going to miss this, aren't you?"
-"well, yeah, of course I will, but I'll get over it soon afterwards don't worry :)"

The parents meeting -during which I contemplated about a few things I'm going to talk about soon- afterwards went smoothly. When I drove home it was dark already, and I hate to drive at night in a country where you can see the streets lights turned on during daytime only! To make things worse, it started to rain. But it wasn't that bad after all. On the contrary, driving in the rain filled me with a serene and delightful feeling. I was very tired when I arrived home, but I couldn't sleep a blink because of the many Nescafe mugs that I gulped during the day to keep myself awake and energetic.

No big deal, for I have sixteen days to rest, yaay! My vacation has started yesterday, and no I'm not going to Jordan. If the situation here was better, I would go, but I will be worried all the time if I went anywhere which will keep me from enjoying my time. Besides, Jordan is boring in winter, or at least that's what I'm trying to convince myself with. In brief, I'm staying here.
What am I going to do during these sixteen days? Well, nothing important. I will rest, sleep more, read, maybe log to the internet more, visit some friends, go out, I'll do some shopping, and some cooking (I cooked lasagna yesterday and it was terrific, yum yum), not that bad, eh?

Anyway, I'll try to have a good holiday even if I'm not traveling anywhere. I wish that you all have a very happy holiday.
God Bless you.