In studio last Friday one of my classmates came up to me and said someone needed to see me in the deputy dean’s office, right now. Okay, I thought. Even though I had no idea where the deputy dean’s office was. So I went to my studio master to get permission to leave the studio, and when I told her I had to go see someone in the deputy dean’s office, she said, “Why? What did you do?”
What did I do? I did something? Something wrong? Now I was freaked out. I don’t recall ever doing anything remotely compoundable by the kulliyyah or anything else, so far this semester I’ve only skipped one non-kulliyyah class, but anyways, I asked my lecturer where the office was and she told me.
When I got there (it was in the main office. Duh) I was made to wait a fair bit before that person came out, carrying a big brown envelope and some smaller ones. I relaxed a bit then, because the small envelopes were not letter sized, so it probably wasn’t a warning letter or anything.
Turns out I got an invitation to some program in the C.A.C that will be held on October 13th at 8p.m. I’m going, but I don’t know anyone else who is, so it might be a lonely dinner for me. Even worse if I’m seated with a bunch of freaky guys. But hopefully not. If any of you are going please let me know! This is what the invite looks like (its gold-edged!)
maryam i found you!
yes you did! how, may i ask?
wo..hebatnye maryam!.. dinner with dean!
thanks anonymous! erm…ni aqilah ke?
wow, congratulations! 🙂
haa.. cube teke.. haha mane tau bru nak undercover haha.yes qilah ni.. awesome blog..;)
@admirim: Thanks! know anyone else who’s going?
@aqilah: hehe tau lah… maryam kan psychic lol.. anyways, thanks!
It’s kinda odd that whenever someone needs to see one of those ‘higher ranked people’ (deans, deputy deans, etc), people assume something went wrong! Anyway, wow, it must be some grand event, judging from the looks of the invitation card!
Oh btw, thx for the comment on my blog! My mum’s family is from Kluang, Johor, to be precise. Oh yea, mind I link you?
of course i don’t mind…