So it’s been almost two months since I first posted my thoughts on moving schools post, and I’m finally back to update you guys. If you haven’t read that post, then you should probably go do that first before continuing, because I reference it a lot here.
(Ugh, I was planning on writing this post right after the school year wrapped up, but here I am, a week and a half away from the beginning of the school year just starting to write this. #productiveblogger)
Yes, I’m moving schools… AGAIN. Yay… I think? I don’t even know anymore. I’m excited, scared, nervous, and dying with happiness. It’s confusing.
I’m going to just pour my heart out to you guys and just talk about everything that’s been going through my head at the moment.
(This is a pretty long post, sorry in advance)
I was in bed last night, thinking of some random thing when a memory of my 4th grade English teacher came up.
She was/is the reason I write the way I do and read as much as I do today. I remember clearly that she was the one teacher I genuinely liked and would look forward to talking to.
Anyways, my sleep deprived ass kept thinking of people who prominently influenced the person I am today, and that’s how this post arose.
If you don’t know anything about Ramadan, then I recommend you go read my A Non-Muslim’s Guide to Ramadan post before you read this one as it will give you some of the basic information.
Okay, so RAMADAN IS UPON US! I just want to start off by saying Ramadan Kareem to everyone you’re taking part!
For some reason, I’m really excited about this year’s Ramadan. I’m set on being the best Muslim I can this month, and I have my little list of goals to help me.
As some of you might now, I wrote a post titled Dear Future Me almost a year ago. Well now, I’ll be looking back at it, and writing another letter to the past me that wrote that letter.
I think this is going to be pretty interesting because I haven’t looked at this since the day I posted it.
If you have anything you want to tell your past self, then leave a reply to this post and we can all discuss it together.
There’s always a point where you have to stop and ask yourself why am I doing this? Not in a why the hell am I still doing this way, but more of a what does this mean to me way.
I think I’m at that point right now.
After almost 2 and a half years of blogging in total, and a lifetime worth of writing, I still don’t have an answer to my question.
I sat down today to find out.
We all see internet influencers doing a 2016 recap and roll our eyes, but I still decided to add in my 2 cents with this post. So apologies in advance.
I don’t really know what I can say about this post, to be honest, I’ve tried writing an intro for a while now, and this is all I came up with, sorry to disappoint.
Anyways, here are my thoughts on 2016 and my 2017 resolutions.
I’m sure most of us have tried switching up our diets before, but how many actually stuck with it?
I’ve been trying and thinking about going vegan for the past year or so, but I’ve only taken action about 2 weeks ago.
I’m a transitioning vegan. And I’m here to voice my worries, complaints, and recipe suggestions.
Oh, yeah. It’s time for this post. Time to tackle the elephant in the room.
Do you know how many times someone has called me fat or chubby these past few weeks? Way too many.
I’m fat, I’m not big boned or any of those other lame ass excuses; I know I’m fat and I most certainly don’t appreciate you telling me that I am. I already know this information. It’s basically like going up to someone and telling them that they have skin on their body.
Ugh, and the worst thing is that even my teachers at school are saying this. Just read… I don’t want the intro to be 300 words long.
(There was no outline for this post, so I just kind of wrote what was on my mind. I am putting myself out there with this post, so please respect that. I know some of the points I made are kind of petty, but again, I didn’t have an outline)
(Rant coming up ahead)
I wasn’t even gonna post this, but I woke up today, and just grabbed my laptop. I mean I’m writing this on my bed with morning breath (yeah, I still didn’t brush my teeth).
I have anxiety, and school is one of my main triggers. Just the thought of it. I have a thousand worries, and I know most people get a little nervous etc., but I can guarantee that what you feel is nothing compared to a panic attack in the car before you’re dropped off at school.
I’m just going to be writing my heart out, so if you’re not into rant-y type posts, then this is definitely not the post for you.