Good Morning!

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Not even 8h00 a.m. and my day is already made! I’m feeling GOOD today and I’LL PROGRESS AS A MONSTER IN MY REPORT NYAH! -You wake up and get a notification on Facebook “Arrr! Kate Covington has come a’board on … Continue reading

Back to School

Back to school for a presentation rehearsal that went pretty well. Partner and I still have many things to perform for our Final Year Project but we were expecting such – I mean, come on, the presentation PPT was prepared 11 hours before the performance, and the work 70% done – and professors were eager enough to share all their observations and suggestions. I think the result is going to be amazing with all the adds coming ahead!

Back to school means back to friends and acquaintances and the staff. It also means engineering students speaking about their own projects, internships, tutors – at school and in the company-, their progress in the report’s writing, their own presentation rehearsals, their preparation for the big day, etc etc.

Since I’ve been away for so long and don’t usually stick around enough, I couldn’t help spending hours with every person I encounter to catch up. Hectic times are hectic for everyone but man! What a delight to get to discover someone’s data or report.

I just hope that people will keep their spirits up.

Flowers Blooming In The Church

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There’s a certain wisdom in the reason why I didn’t have something to play music on except computers or laptops during all these years. For now that I’m able to plug the earphones of my Nokia XpressMusic in my ears … Continue reading

Work and Memories

Leïchoune and Ti-Mi-Nou are finally here! With ME! In Tangier!

Today, we’re at Riff working on Final Year Internships’ reports. I dive in the civil engineering’s quality criteria which , along with sewage piping, are the main subject of Leïchoune’s internship.

While focusing on notions used to describe the process and procedures (I feel I’ll be hearing these two words a lot during L.’s presentation 8B), my mind often wanders on mechanics, all the beauty of my queen of sciences. She’s everywhere, in quality diagrams and concrete pipes’ flaws, and employees’ 15 min security feedback and in the means of setting up the quality management system while gathering up data about the old one and making comparisons and so.

She’s truly the queen of all sciences. She’s everywhere and she’s the queen of my mind as long as I’ll have one, no matter how ignorant and stupid and foolish it is. And with mechanics as an inspiration and a distinct perspective in all I do and see, there’s Ti-Mi-Nou napping near Leïchoune, there’s Leïchoune browsing up through documents and there’s me browsing up as well and thinking of buying the whole green library’s children books. The arabic collection of fairytales has been one of the main providers, along with grannies and moms, of fairytales in Arabic. Western or Eastern legends for instance.

This morning is smoothly going. While we’re working and typing and processing XD, Leïchoune –that gravity center of affections (Amine M. © 8B) – runs our preparatory classes playlists. You can trust her for the pictures or the music of any period we’ve been through. And so suddenly, we’re reminiscing musically speaking over the prep’ school, and all the inspiration that comes from this old riad house where maths and physics were enhancely tossed in the minds.

Copacabana, promises of a tagine cooked by chief Ti-Mi-Nou, Le Festin by Camille, Emilie Simon’s awesome OST for La Marche de l’Empereur, Leïchoune and myself recalling Les Choristes and wishing to watch it again, To the Dancers in the Rain, On the Road Again by Bernard Lavilliers, paragraphs from Les Fourmis by Bernard Werber, Mad World by Gary Jules, Stay Together for the kids by Blink 182, This is Freedom by Estelle, Shéhérazade by rimsky-korsakov, Nekotopia by Asuka Fujimori and the friends, the friends, the friends, the friends of Prep School and our memories with some kind people, some affectionate ones, some funny ones and salty ones.

Friends, Friends, Friends and F.R.I.E.N.D.S.