Etudiants d'Ici et d'Ailleurs

Cela me parait intéressant de procéder à une sorte de comparaison entre l'étudiant marocain qui fait ses études au Maroc, et l'étudiant marocain qui a quitté son pays natal afin de poursuivre ses études à l'étranger. J'espère que cette comparaison sera crédible à vos yeux, déjà parce que j'ai déjà vécu les deux situtations et j'arrive à discerner les différences qui existent.

Tout d'abord commençons par l'étudiant marocain qui fait ses études au Maroc. Il habite avec ses parents dans la plupart des cas. Qu'il poursuive ses études à la fac, dans une école privée ou dans des prépas; il s'agit absolument du même rythme de vie. Il retrouve l'ambiance familiale entre les cours et lors des week-ends. Il est vrai qu'il peut passer beaucoup de temps en compagnie de ses amis "squattant" chez l'un deux, ou faisant un "posage". Il arrive qu'il voyage tout seul...Mais la plupart des actes de la vie civils sont accomplis par ses parents. Monsieur (ou Madame) est nourri, blanchi, logé et servi. Tout est mis à sa disposition, et on lui demande à genoux de bien suivre ses études et de ne pas rater ses années. Les parents font tout leur possible pour amoindrir la reponsabilité dont peut revêtir leur progéniture qui a atteint d'ores et déjà l'âge adulte. Monsieur vit dans une bulle dorée et croit que la vie sera tout le temps comme ça...Dans d'autres cas, cet étudiant sera même contraint à s'installer dans une autre ville et dira que c'est assez insuportable. Sauf que maman vient tout les week-ends pour lui cuisiner les bons petits plats, et papa pour nous secourir en cas de crise financière. Tous comptes faits, la situation n'est pas si mal que ça...

Maintenant, on passe voir l'étudiant marocain à l'étranger. La plupart du temps, il s'installe en France. En premier lieu, l'exiguité du lieu est étouffante vu que ce jeune homme devra en même temps se laver le visage, préparer le petit déjeuner et repasser sa chemise. A part si son père ne possède une fortune colossale et des appartements disperssés dans les quatre coisn du monde, notre étudiant se verra souvent attribuer un minuscule studio. Après il devra intégrer les trajets des bus, vu que les taxis ne sont pas monnaie courante à part au Maroc. Donc il faudra repérer les lignes qui emmènent à la fac, au supermarché, au centre-ville, à la préfercture, à la sécurité sociale...et la liste est bien longue. Une fois ce cap passé, l'installation s'avère un peu plus coûteuse que l'on croyait; déjà que le loyer n'est pas donné, il faut aussi payer l'abonnement téléphonique, l'abonnement internet, l'abonnement de la carte de bus, les factures EDF... Notre étudiant devra bien faire ses preuves comme un bon gestionnaire, sinon il n'arrivera jamais à boucler ses fins de mois. En parlant de fin de mois, en plus de ses cours à la fac, il est fréquent de voir des étudiants ayant un temps partiel...ce qui est éreintant croyez-moi. S'ajoute à cela les courses à faire chaque semaine, les cours à apprendre, le ménage et le pareterre, la lessive, la vaisselle...Programme bien chargé pour quelqu'un qui cherchait la liberté en s'éloignant de ses parents.

Mais ce que j'évoquerais, c'est même si l'expérience paraît et est effectivement dure, l'étudiant en sort mûri et responsable plus qu'autre chose. Donc futurs étudiants, ne croyez absolument pas à l'utopie de la liberté à l'étranger, car si vous n'êtes pas enchaîné par vos parents, vous l'êtes par vos obligations.

                                                                                                                                                Hind El Gaidi

When the Horizon is not Horizontal Anymore...

Sometimes, when you feel that things are going on a way that you'd prefer to be different. What is better to do? Let things on that way as ordinary, or make efforts and radical changes to blow up with a new idea and a new situation.

Humors are so difficult to control. So why when you wake up in the morning and it's rainy, you feel tired and depressed and you just won't to leave your couch? Yeah it happens to all of us, because we are quite influencable, and tiny events can take great importance in our lives. And what's this small thing that can keep our humor in a constant positive position? Don't Know! Sometimes it can be a smile but sometimes it can be a lot more than a smile.

Another thing the I've noticed is that when bad and depressing events begin to happen, it doesn't stop anymore. From small things such as losing your keys until big things like having a terrible accident...all the bad things agree to happen on one day and to make our humor at its least level. The consequence cannot be different from a terrific bad face and ideas. But just imagine one second; if all those bad things don't happen at one time, and that each day one small bad thing happens...it could be more awful because it will destroy all your days!!! Isn't it right? So, don't be so mad about those days.

My first reflexion was about profound choices that you make in your life and you don't really have the certainty that is the right thing. This doubt comes generally from moments of loliness where you think about the topic and you feel even that it doesn't answer to your criteria, or that you may have made the wrong choice. I talk here about a life-carrer, big decisions or a partner. The big question is that, decisions that we made in our lives are not absolutely rational, so why do we have to apply logic to a decision which is not basically logical? Why do I have to broke up with my partner because of a logical decision if I'm with him because I love him (which is not trational)? You feel this kind of distortion in the decisions that are taken. However, sometimes we need to evaluate our evolution, and the only way is to use logic, either for rational or irrational situations. It's a difficult task, because we, as human beings, have a tendency to deny trues that doesn't please us. With so many pains, we can conclude sometimes that a change has to be made in order to get out of this situation of imcompleteness.
If we are brave enough, we take this change as a necessary step in our life and we just execute it. Solely, we wonder sometimes, what could have happened if I didn't made that choice that have changed my life? Would my situation have been better if I kept my ancient life? It's our perpetual need of being reassured that puhes us to ask suh questions.

One little more advice, just do it as you feel it. I appreciate that people do things from their hearts and forget a little about rational and logic ways to do things. And believe me, things done from the heart are always the best.

Hind El Gaidi

This Year of Love

Something really weird happened in my life and still now, I have no explanation for it. It's just like someone esle is living my life without me. I will try to be clearer about this episode of my life. Last May, I had just finished my first year in a business school and passed all my courses with an A. I had been also in the president's list, and sure that it was a honor for me. You might wonder why I'm using the past tense to talk about my business school because I'm normally suposed to still pursuemy studies there. During that year at my business school, I realized that my life did not resemble at all at what I had been expecting during my secondary school years. It was simply the contrary of that university life that I was eager to live; I had to be blocked in a far region where it is snowy and cold, I had to live in a comunity of students having the same wrong ideas and ideals, and also I had to be controled about all my actions...it wasn't the life I dreamed of. Sure that our dreams never completely become true, but only a part of them. Only in my case, nothing was going well, and I felt oppresed. The only thing that I really liked was my studies! But it wasn't a reason to forget about my social life, because it was simply impossible to have a normal social life there.

It had been very hard for me to decide for the change because it implied persuading my parents, restarting from the beginning and also giving up my scolarship at the my business school. It's sure that it wasn't an easy task to perform, my parents were sure that it was the best university ever exists, and blamed me about my instability. But I wasn't about giving up my plans. It was important for me, and I promised that I will succeed doing it. Sometimes, I was really fed up with the huge number of documents to prepare for my visa and all the staff, but I kept doing it. Almost everybody thought that I made a wrong choice, but nothing would have changed my goal.

Now, I'm living at la Cote d'Azur, it's really nice and sunny. I do feel the difference between the last year and now, and I'm pleased to do what I always worked for. Sure that I left the neast of the campus , and that living on my own implies more responsabilties...But I'm ready to be as responsible as I'm expected to, and even more. It's a dream come true...but not always a dream in the real life.

One important thing that I didn't talked about is that vital organ that everyone of us has, and that controls our lives physically and emotionally. It's the hear, my heart that guides me troughout the oceans and the cultures to this part of the world. At any moment I didn't asked my mind, because my heart took the whole place, and decided for me. Sure that you might imagine that my heart does not belong to me...and you're right. Still, he guides me. emotionally, we talk about love, passion...I don't have a word to describe it, I just keep saying that it's a splendid and gorgeous experience of life. Incousciously, it does many good things that you don't realise...love makes you happier, more indulgent, more beautiful and finally makes you feel loved. It's the best therapy of self-esteem. If love makes me move on to Nice...it can makes others to do crazier things. It's the love of my life, the love of my studies and the love of a person...