Spin another bottle in a low-lit room

Truth? Dare? Either way, we have ourselves a winner instead. This game of luck has luckily ran out. I'd rather receive than ask.

2:10 this afternoon. I received an sms from the MOHE congratulating me on my acceptance into their scholarship program. My major? The first (and only) choice I put down because I thought to myself, it's this or nothing. They deemed me crazy for doing so, and I even had to write down 'I only registered for one major' and sign it... apparently it has never happened before. I guess there's always a first. Destination? US of A.

I would have to say apart from getting what I wanted, I'm happy I didn't play dirty and work up some wasta. Not that we would anyway but there is something in that. My dad, like any other Kuwaiti, does have connections but he, unlike them, dislikes wasta immensely. Simply because he does not like granting favours for people and so chooses not to ask for any to begin with. He prefers to play by the rules and believes you will get what you want/deserve in the end if you work for it. For once, I agree with him.

What's next? I'm not quite sure, but I believe it involves a series of vaccinations and form/application filling. Yippe.

Cut! Print It

After running about for hours collecting documents here, getting some stamped and signed there, I am finally done with opening a scholarship account with the ministry.

The private education building was a joke. Three hours was spent there. The first to convince them that the school I attended abroad actually exists, the second was to do more of what was mentioned above, and the third to get photocopying done. Only in Kuwait will you find grown men shoving a 17 year old girl aside and 'slipping' the photocopier guy KD0.250 to get some copying done ahead of everyone. It was pathetic. I waited 'in line' (alone, my father is out of the country) for 30mins and they just kept cutting ahead. When I spoke, they simply ignored me. After that the guy handling the machine went away because clearly he was getting annoyed. You then had a bunch of alpha-males throw themselves at the machine trying to work it. They ended up jamming it and then staring at the thing for 10 mins, pressing buttons, banging the machine... basically not knowing what they were doing (oh no! apparently removing the plug from the wall socket and putting it back in didn't work the damn thing!) I politely asked to get through, fixed the thing up, ended up copying a dozen or so papers for this sweet old man who was behind me the whole time (who also kept speaking up about 'letting the little girl who was waiting forever copy her stuff' but was ignored as well) and then my stuff. Afterwards, the alpha-males shoved papers at me to copy, expecting me to do it for them. No pleases. Nothing. Just a 'copy yallah'

Boy, were they wrong.