Mondays just got less mundane (new post every week – same day, same time!)
I've been reflecting on the past couple of years of my life lately (because I'm getting to the point where I have to make decisions, ugh.) I believe if you want to look forward in life you should probably look back first to see number one: how far you've come, and number two: what you can…
Continue reading ➞ Every job I’ve had and what each one taught me about myself and the world
This Valentine's day I'm reflecting on love. But, as much as I'd like to write on the things to look for in a significant other, or on the concept of loving yourself before anybody else does, I've been facing an ongoing dilemma with my life for the past couple years and it's this: What do…
Continue reading ➞ How to answer to your calling when so many phones are ringing #GLamour
To my lovely peers hustling to become the best of the best teachers and world changers, here’s a list of events and opportunities you’re gonna want to look out for this year at York!
Yes, I may have just called you homeless. BUT. Before you start throwing shade (or shelter my way... depending on the type of person you are since I'm also homeless), let me explain. I am not homeless - I am blessed to be living under a roof with heat - though sometimes it's a battle to use…
Continue reading ➞ I am homeless and apparently so are you #whyareYUhere
Ever felt like your life was a game of twister? You've got your left foot on the green, your right hand on the red, and your face squished between someone's stomach and someone else's thigh. You're doing a little bit of that, a little bit of this, but you've lost sight of what you really want…
I wouldn't be a true first-year Glendon fangirl if I didn't dedicate a blog post to Glendon and its Autumn scenery... so this is the post that solidifies my "on a scale of 1-10, how much do you love Glendon" level of 100. It's also somewhat of a continuation of my last post because I wanted to share…
Ahh the famous Mean Girls quote. If I had a quarter for every time someone used it on me! Picture an innocent little 6 year old who wore pink-everything, a mischievous smile, and pig tails on her head every day. That was me when my family moved from Iraq to spend 2 years in Africa. My dad…
Continue reading ➞ “If you’re from Africa, why are you white?” – A Biography Post
