KU: Why is it the greatest?
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Masma3? You studied in the states? Britain? Mafaka, you can't touch this.

Exhibit A:

The trip to one of KU's campuses depending on where you study, aw wain emsajel ekhteyary ma3a el rabi3, is one of the most interesting and rewarding things you can ever do on the road. Ever.
The prettiest girls, the flashiest cars, the range of ages you come across hopping and dancing to "baba fain" in the cars, the types of people you encounter on the road; being pulled over for doing 110 on a 120 road just because mr police officer saw you tailing that pretty girl in the flashy car we just talked about; recieving an sms from your "girlfriend" (kafo ely yemashy aflaam) telling you how cute you look when you've been a 'bad boy' (she would know, wouldn't she? Ah yes, you KU-graduate you) and pulled over. All the while, you're on the phone trying to get a hold of "3baid" el molazim awal 3ashan eyee yefokik mn hal balwa.

On more finer mornings, say a Monday and having already skipped your 8am lecture and now you're on ilkhaleej bet6awel el 6ereej et6eglek fara, you check your watch and it's 9.30. Your lecture starts at 11, so what do you do? Depends on who "you" are. If you've studied in the states or some other awful excuse for what you call an education, you're probably still wondering why the other "you's" out there skipped the 8am lecture in the first place. Nerds.
So here's the deal, if you're a Corvette owner, for example, you roam the lanes of the Gulf Road looking for the loudest sounding Mustang to fry. Once you succeed (o ashkara tawa 6ale3 mn share3 el me6a3em yayek maig mn wara), you check in the mirror that there's no dawreya in sight, then you proceed wetnagid ra3y el ford mn awal el sib7 wala tehaneeh eb legmeta. Then, you shall continue el ba7ar kela emsayar weya bolshabab, hearing all those excuses about shlon "ma rikab thaany yabnal7alaal" wela shlon "el seeneya mombadella sarlaha sentain, 3a6ny ragmek ent w mayser kha6rek ela 6ayeb ben3amy, in3eed-ha 7athreen lel6aybeen". Wetha ent 7adik eb tathbet wejoudek ka 6aalib mo7taram fi koleyat el adaab, ta36eeh sheghel "kaaaaak" bain el fayna wel okhra.

However, if one fine KU-final-destination gent is sporting a Cayenne turbo o baty tawa kan nazil, and it just so happens that *gasp* he sees "Danoh" ra3yat el "Rinnj" el azrag who obviously is - for those US/UK students who have no idea how we do it back in the motherland - is in the 11am lecture weya sa7ebna ra3y el cayenne; he does the simple calculation that Danoh mo yaya etgiz hal7aza, it's 9.30am, she's near el salmiya (3end 6arbaan if you must know), and all alone. Wa7da men el thentain, el bent ya emwa3da (o eb tes7ab 3ala mo7atharat 11am), aw enha betro7 takhethlaha 3asseer to neutralise the weather. Because we at KU are taught to be optimistic, our jolly-mean-good chap here wishes on a star that it's the latter, takes a U-turn, goes to "malik el3a9eer" mn wara (ee yoba, mn sob AUK, ashkara emsaweenha?) and finds our gorgeous Range-Rover-driving, Cartier-watch-wearing, Burberry-shirt-fitting, wavy-hair-wearing friend already parked there.
One year later, "Danoh" is heartbroken for learning that Khalid's name was actually Waleed, and that the Cayenne turbo he so eloquently fit in was actually his cousin's. And oh, the heartbreak? Yeah, that's because she learnt that he was a Philosophy major and not Engineering. To this day, the likes of "Danoh" would have you believe ena "el kalb shdarani hathy sowalfa, kan yesame3ni Asseel o 3abdilmajeed, ya raby mo sowalef elhailag ana shdarani" .. Abooch labo shagol al7een, emsaweelich mix tape wetgoleenly mo sowalef 3agad?
Look at the faces of all you US/UK grads, "but, how did she know he was a Philosophy major and not Engineering?". It's called a yearbook (somehow, this has come to be the item that makes it all worthwhile. You'll understand when you see one.)

But for all you dovey lovey bird things out there, you will be happy to learn that KU is known for its romantacizing as well. Ah yes indeed. KU, the university with no courses about love yet somehow is the school that managed to bring out the Don Juans in the majority of its students. Note: ma3a el ta7afuth ilshadeed 3ala 6alabat koliyat el 6ib.
From il 3daileya's space ejbaal el cafteria (sej sej shakhbare) to 'share3 el7ob' eb kaifan (emtedadan mn mabna 3abdala el 3taibi laih elbawaba ely eb wayh nady elkwait), to the infamous "skwair" in shwaikh 7ag el 3laimeya (ay wa7ed wasil will agree ena 'el lobby' is where it's all it) - those are the places that Shakespeare never knew about. Or else, trust me, romeo and juliet would not have a balcony. These, ladies and gentlemen, are the places that excuse the 3kd plus price on MTC's share price. Until the introduction of bluetooth technology. Aasif, kent metkharij by that time, we old school (or, just as might, ma kent adry sheno ya3ni bluetooth .. 3aady).

However, that's beside the point. We are in exclusive mention of all that has to do with the trip to KU's campuses. And fear not, dearest Harvard-slash-Oxford-grad-wannabes, for all is not lost. Gathaya el ma7akim o nesbat el 6alag bil balad tesh'hadly.

Now, seriously, doesn't that beat riding the train/bus or walking to school?