Kimmariya

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Missing ya smmm T^T

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Hruu? Long time no see!! 

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RANDOM RANT ....
          
          Oh, the joys of teaching Arabic grammar.  Why is it that the simplest concepts drain my energy faster than a phone on 1% battery? The dumbest students somehow have fallen into my fate—why? Maybe in a past life I cursed an innocent puppy or something. And you know what's the cherry on top? Yep, it’s all my fault. If these brilliant minds don’t suddenly develop a passion for Arabic, it’s my responsibility to turn their frowns upside down, apparently. And once the month’s over, cue: The Principal’s Speech of Doom. 
          
          Every month, without fail, my dear principal graces me with her presence, standing there like a grand inquisitor, eyes blazing, voice dripping with disappointment:
          
          Principal: “Why aren’t these students mastering Arabic grammar?”
          
          My Inner Thoughts: Well, maybe because they're still figuring out how to spell their own names?
          
          Principal: “Are you using innovative techniques to engage them?”
          
          My Inner Thoughts: If by “innovative” you mean pretending to be enthusiastic for hours on end while they yawn, then yes. Absolutely.
          
          Principal: “What are you going to do to ensure they pass?”
          
          My Inner Thoughts: Oh, sure, let me pull out my magic wand and make them grammar geniuses. Because I clearly have that kind of power.
          
          Principal: “Think about your future here... Do you even want to be part of this team?”
          
          My Inner Thoughts: Do I have other options? I could try out for a singing competition…?
          
          And, naturally, my out-loud answer is something like, “Yes, absolutely, ma’am! I’ll, uh, work on making classes more engaging,” all while fighting the urge to tell her that my savings account looks like a desert right now. Because, guess what? If I get fired, I’ll be broke as hell. No grammar. No groceries. No life.
          
          Teaching: it’s not a job. It’s a survival challenge.
          
          

Everybody...........
          
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✨ Big News, Everyone! ✨
          
          I'm super excited to share that Fictional Obsession is now going to be on YouTube under my channel Map of Fiction ! From now on, you can experience the story in a whole new way, and I’d be so grateful for your support there, too . So, if you're ready for the ride, come on over, check it out, and don't forget to show some love! 
          
          
          
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          The trailer is uploaded, so make sure tell me about it. ☺️
          
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