I want to go home.
Shakespeare gets diagrammatic.
When my brothers turn 18, they will be sent letters to be drafted into the Algerian army. It is mandated by their citizenship. Our citizenship is mandated by birth. Like Mother, Like Father, Like Children.
The only thing that protects my oldest brother is his status as the eldest son.
The only thing that will protect the two brothers that come afterwards is an education.
The only thing that can potentially protect them is their American birth certificate.
The only things that can protect an Algerian male ages 18 to 26 is educational enrollment.
There are a lot of things we take for granted living in a country that is 230+ years independent with a set democratic framework that works. A lot of things that don’t happen in a country that marks it’s 51st independence this year.
In a country that has been fighting terrorism since 1992.
1992. That’s older than me.
I like lip syncing to Macklemore in my car. Don’t judge.
Q:hi! just want to drop by and seeing that everything is going well for u! take care and good luck with everything ;) YOU CAN DO IT! TOTALLY!
You are the sweetest person ever! Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful summer :)
I don’t like to admit defeat.
No, I don’t accept it.
Q:hi ive been on your tumblr like 20 times because i wanted you to update something and you updated about something i already knew. i am so sad :( wahhh love you
I’m sorry bb, I’ve just kind of lost my desire to blog ya know? :( I’ve been away so long that it’s normal now. And with me going to Algeria and all…we’ll see. This is hard. sigh.
I crashed for twenty hours.
This is life.
Advice for Finals.
If finals got you down, stop worrying about them. Do the best you can do, and leave the rest to history.
If you know looking at grades is going to make you upset or discourage you from finishing, don’t look at them. Wait until the very end. Don’t log in, don’t check that report card. The last thing you need to do is screw up on future finals because of emotional distress over something that you can’t change.
You can’t look back, you can’t regret what you did, because chances are if given a second chance you would do things the same exact way and study the same exact thing. Don’t think to yourself “one more question, if I got one more question I would have gotten half a grade higher” or “dang I changed it from the right answer to the wrong answer” because while you were in that test room, you believed in every answer you put and when you changed that one answer you believed you would get it right. What has happened, happened. If a time-machine existed, believe me, I would be the first to use it. But they don’t. Time moves only forward, stop trying to move backwards.
Law school, medical school, pharm school, graduate school, whatever professional school. They will see you for who you are, not for that one single bad grade you got in that one specific class that one semester of that one year that is in size ten font on one corner of your transcript. So stop stressing yourself out because stress isn’t going to help anything. Ten years from now it won’t matter what grade you made in a class, what will matter is what you learned from it and the memories you built along the way.
You are more than a grade. Treat yourself well.
I miss you.
The stuff I say sometimes.
Crying over anything less than an A is stupid.
That doesn’t mean I don’t do it.