The Decline of a Memory

Being waken up by a fire alarm, getting out from the building during a class due to a fire drill, what matters worse, it's been raining and blowing a gale all day. Well, I ought to be glad that it didn't rain yesterday.

By the way, I had a sadder experience than the morn's fire alarm, the fire drill and the dreich weather. It's the deterioration of the memory. Today's Arabic lecture was about Arabic numbers. Despite the fact that every classmate memorised them, I couldn't. Oh boy, I felt an inferiority a wee bit. Anyways, there's no time for sorrow.