Eventful

I started apprehending the week-end Friday at 6, something was going to happen, but I wasn't expecting something special. As unlucky as past months, I decided to share every episode of it, looking for some comfort.
On Friday night, I attended Casaprojecta in a pub on the coast. I felt forced to consume so I ordered a Coke spool, gave 50 MAD to the waitor, lack of change, and waited for my change for quite a long time, without rendering. After minutes of waiting, I went to the cash register to ask about it and there I learnt that Coke costs 50 MAD. At the same time, while I was in that pub, my class council was taking place in my school.Generally, a class council is a step I pass without any worries, but this one was different. When I saw my class president on Saturday morning, she delighted me about it, and indeed, I had to worry. Actually, my marks are not “poor” or anything, but they’re just too contrasted.My marks goes from 18,5 to 6, depending on subjects. I thought about what teachers told and got to some points. I'm determined to work harder, especially at school (I still think that it's not very logical to work from 19:00 to 23:00 at home after having worked the whole day long at school). All I've been saying about subjects as maths, physics... doesn't make me stupid or makes my brain inactive. If I don't succeed in a field, it's because I don't care a lot about about it, once I decide to find the bright side, I do, and I'm decided to play with numbers and theorems a little bit more, without locking up for hours in my bedroom or changing my habits.
Anyway, back to Saturday, on the afternoon, I met Rajae, we chilled and while walking, I fell into sewers (better say "9adouss") and hurt my leg, to rest, I sat on some kind of stairs and almost fell on the other side of the stair, I catched Rajae not to fell, she turned and hit me on my forehead with my tripod.
On Sunday, I met Najwa and her boyfriend for a shooting. We went to that old big parc in "l'Hermitage" which has been rebuilt a year ago. We shot, and while walking way back to exit, my camera disappeared of my hands, taken by a six men's band. I think I never felt as out-of-control. Helped by Najwa, I pulled the camera until I got it, gave it to Najwa who ran away, while her boyfriend was trying to retrieve my bag. The only thing that my bag contained was my Xpress Music and , and taking risks for a bag and a phone that both cost something like 200 MAD is quite weird, but let's admit it readers, neither I nor you will agree with the fact of losing my Xpress music. After this episod, none of us could talk, we left the parc and waited for the bus. Generally, the bus runs very often, and we never had to wait 30 minutes, until Sunday. There, I realized that my bad luck has taken over.
After I paid 50 MAD for a coke, got a great marksheet, fell in the sewers, hurt my head with my tripod, got attacked, I could end everything there, but on Monday morning, my camera broke, with no reasons. I took it to Derb Ghellef, expecting a price of repair such as 50 MAD, but when I heard 1500 MAD, I started thinking about a way to announce it to walid and walida but didn't find any. I finally announced them a few days ago, dad said "hmm" and mum didn't say anything (without exageration).
I concluded that I have to find the required money myself.
I haven't done any posts since two weeks due to lack of camera, tough, I have some photos to show you and things to talk about. See you very soon !