II-Creative Section,II-I Essays:When Shandean Students Dream!
II- CREATIVE SECTION
II-I ESSAYS
When the Shandean Students Dream!
By
Ahmed Adel – Fayrouz Fahmy
Standing with each other – for there is always no place for them to sit down in their beloved college – he and his colleague (they are colleagues, you know; and we say colleagues to show that they are not friends – that kind of male-female friendship which is totally against our culture, traditions and religion) – were outside room number (…); well, it is not important to mention its number… it is just a room where they take their lectures – most of which, in fact, are tiresome (we mean the lectures); – he showed her, after drinking a cup of Nescafé – which he bought from Umm Tamer, for she makes an excellent cup of Nescafé that forces you to drink there forever… what were we saying? Ah! We were saying he showed her – Aaatsuh! Sorry for that sneeze; we have digression flu! – for, you know, it is The Shandean Issue, and Shandy is the father of digression… no! he is a digression himself! Are you asking yourself how we could sneeze at the same time? Do not bother yourself, dear reader, with such unimportant details! Oh God, we cannot finish the first sentence of this topic… Maybe the fault is in the paragraph! It would be better, an’ please your honours, to leave this paragraph and start another one!
Standing, as we told you, with each other, he showed her an e-mail he had received from a student in their English Department – which, by the way, she received from another student (oh, how small the world is!) – and began reading it. The e-mail was a short story. Do you want to know why he read the e-mail to her, although she already had it? Well, we do not know… If you know, please tell us! He started reading as follows: “He woke up that day full of energy…” “Your pronunciation is terrible!” she said. “Ok, you read, Miss American accent!” he replied a bit angrily. She began reading, “He woke up that day full of energy…” “Your pronunciation is musical!” he said. “Did ever young gentleman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a young lady with such a silly comment?” she exclaimed, looking angrily, though she was always very calm (but to be interrupted in that manner drives a person mad!). She would have noticed his blush, for sure, had his complexion not been as dark as a seven-year-old chimney! She continued (or rather started), “He woke up that day full of energy. Wearing his unique uniform, he went to his college – the Faculty of Arts, English Department – in a hurry to be on time. He entered the clean air-conditioned room where his section is, saluted his friends, whom he knew by name, each, and sat on a comfortable seat in front of an up-to-date computer . The punctual lecturer came exactly on time, and so did all the students – they were about a hundred students by the way. He enjoyed attending those lectures where learning is through multimedia; it is untraditional and makes education interesting. After the lecture, which was greatly explained, he went to meet his friend in the linguistics section – for he chose the literary section in his third year, because he adored literature – then went to attend the meeting held by a professor to give the students a feedback on their mistakes in his exam. He was in section “B”, which was for the intermediate and upper-intermediate students (they placed students in different sections according to their language skills: “A” for the excellent students and “C” for those who need to exert more effort to improve their language). He knew, of course, that he had got 45/50 in the Tristram Shandy part and 40/50 in the Pamela part, although they are considered as one subject and are combined in the same exam. He just wanted to know his mistakes – structure, ideas, selectivity… The novels were chosen by him, for they – in the department – gave him a list of suggested novels at the beginning of the term to choose from. After the meeting, he felt convinced that he got the mark he deserved. He went home without feeling exhausted, because there were at least an hour between a lecture and another, and because he did not use to have lots of lectures in a single day. He slept quietly, and had nice dreams…”
“What is all this story about?” she asked him. “What? Did you not take a Practical Criticism course?” he exclaimed. “Well, I did. I am with you in the literary section!” she answered. They were both in section “A” by the way. “Then, you must be able to pick out the theme of that short story, and pick out the underlying ideas, right?” he asked. She could not bear his attitude – though he was asking out of astonishment, not out of anger ,– tore the paper and left him!
II-I ESSAYS
When the Shandean Students Dream!
By
Ahmed Adel – Fayrouz Fahmy
Standing with each other – for there is always no place for them to sit down in their beloved college – he and his colleague (they are colleagues, you know; and we say colleagues to show that they are not friends – that kind of male-female friendship which is totally against our culture, traditions and religion) – were outside room number (…); well, it is not important to mention its number… it is just a room where they take their lectures – most of which, in fact, are tiresome (we mean the lectures); – he showed her, after drinking a cup of Nescafé – which he bought from Umm Tamer, for she makes an excellent cup of Nescafé that forces you to drink there forever… what were we saying? Ah! We were saying he showed her – Aaatsuh! Sorry for that sneeze; we have digression flu! – for, you know, it is The Shandean Issue, and Shandy is the father of digression… no! he is a digression himself! Are you asking yourself how we could sneeze at the same time? Do not bother yourself, dear reader, with such unimportant details! Oh God, we cannot finish the first sentence of this topic… Maybe the fault is in the paragraph! It would be better, an’ please your honours, to leave this paragraph and start another one!
Standing, as we told you, with each other, he showed her an e-mail he had received from a student in their English Department – which, by the way, she received from another student (oh, how small the world is!) – and began reading it. The e-mail was a short story. Do you want to know why he read the e-mail to her, although she already had it? Well, we do not know… If you know, please tell us! He started reading as follows: “He woke up that day full of energy…” “Your pronunciation is terrible!” she said. “Ok, you read, Miss American accent!” he replied a bit angrily. She began reading, “He woke up that day full of energy…” “Your pronunciation is musical!” he said. “Did ever young gentleman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a young lady with such a silly comment?” she exclaimed, looking angrily, though she was always very calm (but to be interrupted in that manner drives a person mad!). She would have noticed his blush, for sure, had his complexion not been as dark as a seven-year-old chimney! She continued (or rather started), “He woke up that day full of energy. Wearing his unique uniform, he went to his college – the Faculty of Arts, English Department – in a hurry to be on time. He entered the clean air-conditioned room where his section is, saluted his friends, whom he knew by name, each, and sat on a comfortable seat in front of an up-to-date computer . The punctual lecturer came exactly on time, and so did all the students – they were about a hundred students by the way. He enjoyed attending those lectures where learning is through multimedia; it is untraditional and makes education interesting. After the lecture, which was greatly explained, he went to meet his friend in the linguistics section – for he chose the literary section in his third year, because he adored literature – then went to attend the meeting held by a professor to give the students a feedback on their mistakes in his exam. He was in section “B”, which was for the intermediate and upper-intermediate students (they placed students in different sections according to their language skills: “A” for the excellent students and “C” for those who need to exert more effort to improve their language). He knew, of course, that he had got 45/50 in the Tristram Shandy part and 40/50 in the Pamela part, although they are considered as one subject and are combined in the same exam. He just wanted to know his mistakes – structure, ideas, selectivity… The novels were chosen by him, for they – in the department – gave him a list of suggested novels at the beginning of the term to choose from. After the meeting, he felt convinced that he got the mark he deserved. He went home without feeling exhausted, because there were at least an hour between a lecture and another, and because he did not use to have lots of lectures in a single day. He slept quietly, and had nice dreams…”
“What is all this story about?” she asked him. “What? Did you not take a Practical Criticism course?” he exclaimed. “Well, I did. I am with you in the literary section!” she answered. They were both in section “A” by the way. “Then, you must be able to pick out the theme of that short story, and pick out the underlying ideas, right?” he asked. She could not bear his attitude – though he was asking out of astonishment, not out of anger ,– tore the paper and left him!
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