A year had gone...

The 10th of may 2009
A funny day!
Being the representative of my class, it is my job to tell them about every single thing that happen concerning our studies.
Today, as always, I stood up in front of all of them waiting that the non civilized ones shut up to let me talk. Once done, I explained them the new time table and finished as always asking if someone needs more explanation or if anyone got a question.
Suddenly, one of my colleges called me pretending that he wants to ask.
Of course, my reply was obvious and asked him to go ahead
My friend: would you marry me?
Me: send your mom to talk to mine and we’ll see.
The teacher: do you want me to buy the rings for both of you? Back to studies before I send both of you out.
I know, it is quit silly but it made all of us, the 130 students, laugh.
In 5 days, I’ll have finished the D.E.L.E exam.
In 8 days, I’ll have presented my project of menus.
And in 10 days, I’ll have reached 21 years old.
My birthday is always an important day in my life. Not because I get older but because it is what allows me to compare my style life during one year.
And I think that this year I can be quit proud of myself because I made some challenges come true.

My list of challenges is still on my wall and I feel so happy for being able to mark many ones of them as done.
It is still too long but I am sure that I’ll reach one day the 90 per 100 of the needed success to live happy.
This year, I hardly believe that it is very important for me to go to Istanbul. I am sure I will do it. “With the help of God”
In my wallet, oppositely to all my friends, the only pictures there are the new ones of me with some white hair that has already started decorating the dark brown color I have.
My mother pictures are also present and they are my reason to smile.
Dearest friends, don’t expect me to have any masculine photo. This is not me!
For the coming years, I wish to succeed in my career and my studies
I wish to make my mother happy
And I wish that what I have inside my heart can finally grow with while I am doing so.
my last word is :)

And...I passed the DELE

Calificaciones obtenidas
El candidato con el número de inscripción 08110301201010002 ha obtenido los siguientes resultados en las pruebas para el Diploma de Español (Nivel inicial) celebradas en la convocatoria de referencia.
Código de inscripción
08110301201010002
Nombre y apellidos
FATIMA ZAHRA BENYAHIA

Grupo 1
Comprensión de lectura

Grupo 2
Expresión escrita
Gramática y vocabulario

Grupo 3
Comprensión auditiva
Expresión oral

Puntuación mínima exigida para cada grupo
24,5 puntos
14 puntos
31,5 puntos
Puntuación obtenida
20.0 puntos
13.13 puntos
18.67 puntos
15.0 puntos
30.0 puntos

Resultados:
33.13 (APTO)
18.67 (APTO)
45.0 (APTO)
La calificación final es de APTO

ya sé que pasar el Dele inicial es para muchas personas representa una etapa más simple que evidente.
Pero la viví con otros sentimientos en los que tuve que hablar otro idioma que el francés, el árabe y el ingles
Además de eso, eso representó para mí la primera oportunidad para obtener un diploma con valor internacional
Por fin, ese reto fue realizado. Asi que estoy muy contenta.
Quick tranlation for you Philip: DELE is the spanish abreviation of Diploma de Esp como lengua extanjera( diploma of spanish as a foreign language)

It contains three steps: inicial, intermedio, superior.

I took and passed the first one four months ago.

:)

A tea talk...

A tea talk…
16H.
I switched off my computer after posting some comments on my facebook.
As always, I didn’t take that much time thinking of what should I wear.
I simply took my black jacket and red scarf and went out.
Actually, I was having a meeting.
I know, half of people would wonder what is wrong with me these days, having all these weird meetings.
The answer is quit obvious! I am simply going out with my friends.
At least, my life starts taking another aspect, or lets just say: it is still the same busy one , full of studies; with one more personal touch: sharing some of my time with people I really like.
My meeting was at the 17th at 17h. Funny! Yea.
But I enjoyed the idea .
It was the first time that I arrive exactly at time. I didn’t stand up for long time in the street.
It may be because the person I was meeting was punctual.
José Antonio is a new friend of mine, and the difference of age between us makes any silly Algerian wonder what makes me enjoy spending time with him.
Another obvious reply comes to my mind. I liked him even before meeting him as a person in real life.
I realized when I met him face to face that my opinion was right and that I was having a true friend.
The tea, the view from his house over ‘la baie d’Alger’ was just a pretext to spend the afternoon and half of the evening together.
I do admit that I wasn’t feeling that confident. I could hardly put two words together and felt really embarrassed.
This is not new for you! Right?
Anyhow, … Back to my main story.
Just after arriving home, I had a general look at the whole of the house, a place that I loved a lot.
The living room contains a large window open to the balcony from which you can admire a spectacular romantic high view of Algiers.
It reminds me one of my challenges in which I have to go to Istanbul and take a Turkish tea over the bridge of Bosforo.
The situation is quit similar, as in both cases, the place is high and gives deep doses of adrenalin.
The kitchen even though not looking that big, seemed to me very sweet.
I had to prepare a traditional Algerian tea as promised, and José had to find a nice music.
Before going, I was wondering what I could say to keep a long discussion going on.
But once there, against all my planned situations of an idealist person, the evening was nice and I even had to leave- after my mom’s call- stopping our chat shared with a third friend who joined us by what I call “ biologic men curiosity”
The funnies t thing in all of that, is that he used to be a virtual facebook friend.
Heheheh! The world is too small.
Summary of this day:
I met a very nice person, sharing simply and purely with his heart.
I enjoyed myself drinking a tea, drinking jus and tasting a typical Spanish sweet: turrón
I understood that I wasn’t the only one having this feeling of loneliness, and I also could be convinced that even feeling the same, you can make the person you are with forget about the worries, no matter how cold is the tea you make, how cloudy is the weather above the view and how low is your level of Spanish.
Because after everything you live, only the awesome memories can be kept along your left banal hours of the day, to draw on your lips a smile! A true smile!