Sommes Nous des Etudiants?

Sommes-nous des étudiants ?

Le prof se demande ce qu'il se passe,
Pourquoi ce comportement médiocre en classe ?

Nous parlons tous en même temps,
Raconter nos vies en classe est un agréable passe-temps.

Fin de cours,monsieur, nous n'avons rien compris,
Dans votre cour,trop de bla bla et de chinoiseries!
Etes vous vraimentprof de l'université?

Pauvre de prof, il se sent coupable.
Donc, nous faire des heures supplémentaires pour lui est un devoir.
Ah non Monsieur ! déjà de vos heures régulières on en a marre !

Son denier mot c'est de quitter l'enseignement
Avant qu'il ne soit trop tard et qu'il ne devienne fou.
Au lieu de le remercier quoi qu'il en soit
On lui a dit "enfin!ne plus revoir votre gueule est vraiment quelque chose de bien !"

Sommes-nous réellement des étudiants ?
Enfin, je doute.

Merry Christmas for all people who celebrate it. X

Dedicated to Primary Teachers

Cher Instituteur

Ton travail est un pouvoir sacré semblable à la foi,
Mais peu de gens croient en toi.
Tu te donnes de la peine pour ces enfants,
Qui de nos jours ne sont plus reconnaissants.
Et le pire c'est leurs parents :
Si l'enfant est intelligent c'est grâce aux parents
Si c'est l'opposé, la faute se repose entièrement sur l'enseignant.
Ni les gens, ni la société croient en toi.
Alors au nom de Dieu, que fais-tu encore là ?

( I dedicate this short poem to mum and all teachers working by faith though their efforts are not recognized)

My Frensh Poem

Ma prof de psychologie

Ma prof de psychologie,
Est une femme pleine d`énergie.
Une voix candide, un visage angélique.
Une méthode d'enseignement magique.
Elle est là avec son marqueur.
Elle nous transmet le savoir à travers les posters.
Des étudiants prennent ça pour une stupidité.
Drôle de dame, agit en toute lucidité.
De ses cours je n'ai pas besoin de me rappeler
Tout est là confortablement bien installé.
Cependant,
J'ai tant détesté mon futur métier ;
Mais cette femme en belle âme m'a métamorphosée et m'a changé les idées.
Elle m'a ouvert les yeux sur la réalité.
La noblesse du métier, la joie, le fait d'éduquer et enfanter.
Prendre tout en main et dire je suis fière d'être future prof d'anglais.

(Dedicated to Ms Bellimane) waiting your comments my friends!!xoxoxo

my love poussa

Since 27 june my life has totaly changed because i have met the most handsome man i have seen in my life ...........named riad and i often call him POUSSA ..........i love him crazily he name.

take your first step to success and to personal change.

when you are ready to take your first step toward success ...you don't any thing to do it just to be self confident and self control ...if you are really have these capacities dat's mean that you are really in the right way of success ...so it means just take your step without looking back without paying attention to any one ...let who wanna laugh about you laugh ..who wanna satirize satirize....this is my rule in this life ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
when you are ready to take the first step toward personal change just know How is life defined? Is it the process of breathing? Or, is it the state of consciousness?
Of course, it’s both of those things. However, if today was our last day on earth and we were asked to describe our lives in retrospect, we would not define it as such.
Instead, we would reference our lives from a collection of memories. Therefore, even more so than the act of breathing or consciousness, our lives are defined by thoughts, perceptions, and recollections of our experiences. The goal of personal development is to develop our potential. Ultimately, it is an endeavor to enhance the overall quality of our lives. Therefore, if the story of our lives is comprised of recollected experiences, then the most direct way to improve our lives is to improve our experiences. Improvement requires change, and change requires work. But with a change of such magnitude, we are challenged with knowing where to start.

Ajouter une légende

at the end I wanna just give an advise to who wanna change the world around him/her that the change firstly start from souls than moves to things out souls...

LABBACI FATMA ZAHRAA.

time, it needs time

Time, it needs time
To win back your love again.
I will be there, I will be there.

Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday.
I will be there, I will be there.

Fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again.
I will be there, I will be there.

Love, only love
Can break down the walls someday.
I will be there, I will be there.

If we'd go again
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.

Your pride has build a wall, so strong
That I can't get through.
Is there really no chance
To start once again?
I'm loving you.

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again.
I will be there, I will be there.

Love, your love
Just shouldn't be thrown away.
I will be there, I will be there.

If we'd go again
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.

Your pride has build a wall, so strong
That I can't get through.
Is there really no chance
To start once again?

If we'd go again
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.

Yes I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through.
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end.

I'm still loving you.
I'm still loving you,
I need your love.
I'm still loving you.
Still loving you, baby...