I remember the time when school was my one and only world... The endless white papers, the blue pens... The couloured ones...these things still fascinate me... I always get some every time i go to a store that sells these wonderful tuff... Stydying and tawfeek elhakeem books   Today i sit in a class survalling the very young girls as they write down in the answer sheet... The only thing that we are allowed to do is observe the girls... So i did, and i recognised the patterns and started categorising....   The ones that write down with all the confidence in the world... The queens   And the ones who write smoothly hoping that things will end up in their favor...   I can see the ones who finished and who have already rested their heads on the desk... Too much peace of mind...i won't deny it i envy them And the ones who don't care... I envy them as well... And of course the ones struggling to remember.... I see bits and peaces of everyone of them... I lived these days eleven years ago but it still feels so recent.... Obviously i am not oriented to time.... I don't know why i feel so little inside... May be because of all that i missed... All that i should have lived and didn't... Sort of catching up.... I wonder when i will wake up to live my actual age...or will i live in this continuous trial of compensation...