Book Hoarder

#17: Favorite Childhood Book

I didn’t get into reading until later into my childhood. I was more interested in playing outside than anything else at the time. I was around the age of eleven when I picked up my love of books. The first novel I ever read that wasn’t read to me was Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.

I was instantly drawn in. Harry was eleven in the first of book series – the same age I was when I started reading. This fact made it all the better. I felt easily connected with the characters and fell in love with each and every one of them. Frankly, I still love the series.

I read each book carefully, some of them were in the span of 24 hours. Yes, I really got into it. Frankly, I still call myself as a Ravenclaw among other Potterheads. This series opened the door to many more series and other books along the way.

I’m a class-A book hoarder and I just can’t stop.

 

 

 

 

Doctor/Professor/Teacher

#16 Dream Job

Sometimes, things in life are simple; other things in life require a lot more work. Growing up, I thought I knew what I wanted to be: a doctor. I wanted to be a psychiatrist to be exact. This meant years of school, learning medicine and and doing god knows how many  years of clinical work. Boring right? I didn’t think so at the time. Once I entered university, psychology, sociology and the like were my top pick for classes. Then science happened.

After discovering that psychiatry may not be for me, I opted for the idea of being a therapist. I ended up changing my mind again, so I decided that maybe I could do a degree in Sociology instead or English.  I hated sociology but loved English. Besides, it was around this time that I had taken my first Women’s and Gender Studies course and knew that I found my calling.

Over the course of my undergrad I had had some pretty wonderful instructors and some… not so wonderful.

Plan B

I want to teach.

I’ve always been interested in teaching and learning and the idea of learning through teaching. I was grateful for the experience I received in my Masters program. I was given the opportunity to be a teaching assistant which allowed me to lead a discussion group twice week for an hour.

Being up there at the front of the room with twenty faces starring back at you was intimidating at first, but I grew to love it. I grew to love the excitement, energy, enthusiasm and ambition from the students who sat in my room. I grew to love the sharing of knowledges, whether these knowledges come from personal or academic experiences. I grew to love my own enthusiasm for being there, helping them and answering every tiny yet banal question asked.

Dream job?

Creating a safe environment where teaching and learning are one and the same.

What’s your dream job?

Timeline

#15: Timeline of my day from three days ago.

I forgot to post this.

0930: Wake-up call.
0930–1030: Morning Routine (Wash face, brush teeth, put on makeup)
1030-1055: Dressed (Jeans and a tee-shirt).
1100-1115: Breakfast (Glass of milk and some fruit).
1120-1150: In the car to pick up a friend (we had plans to hang out).
1200-1220: Picked up said friend.
1220-1110: Drove to coffee shop (and obviously purchased coffee).
0115–0130: We bought food to go (Cheese and Spinach pies) and some chocolate and chips for snacks.
0130: Decided to picnic in a park with our goodies:
0130-0415: Hung out in park next to the waterfalls. It was a nice get away from the stress that is research (self-care and giggles).
0415-730: Decided to go shopping (between the mall and the thrift shop, we found some cute goodies).
0800: Dropped friend off.
0810-0850: Picked mom up and took her grocery shopping.
0900: Late Dinner (something light of course).
0930: Skype call with the bestie.
1100: Bed.

 

 

 

Quotes Galore

#13 Favorite Quote(s)

Dear wonderful followers,

I apologize for not posting more often. This is a very busy time of year for me, I promise to make more of an effort.

So here are some of my most favorite quotes:

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all…”
 Oscar Wilde

“And though she be but little, she is fierce…”
William Shakespeare

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s    aim…”
Oscar Wilde

“I just think it’s so weird that women make individual choices and then absolute strangers think they can have all kinds of opinions about them…”
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in…”
–  Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“I want more — much more — than a band-aid.  I want a revolution in the hills and towns, among the trees, I still call home…”
– Eli Clare

Love,

Bee

Lottery…

Day 12

There is a lot I would do if I won the lottery. Here is a list of stuff I would do:

  1. I would pay off all of my student loans. Kind of sad right?
  2. I would travel to all the places I’ve always wanted to visit (Like Greece, Spain, Paris, London, Turkey…etc).
  3. Donate to charity obviously.
  4. Buy a house – with a pool – by the beach.
  5.  And invest the fuck out of it.
    … I thought this list would be longer.

What would you do?

 

 

 

All or Nothing

Day 11: Most Proud Moment-many days late.

This took me a long time to really think of. I didn’t know where to start or how to really express myself when it comes to being proud of someone or myself.

I was on a train leaving Rome with family when I received the email. I had found out that I was admitted into graduate school to complete my Masters. I felt so much joy and so much turmoil all at once.

I was excited to be continuing my education and pursuing my dream to teach at a college or university level. Yet in that same exact moment, I felt like I didn’t deserve to be there. The impostor syndrome started kicking in before I even began.

I was told to be proud of myself but I wasn’t and ti sat with me for while.

A few days later, I attended my uncle’s PhD. thesis defense.He had spoken a lot about his work and his research and what he hoped to achieve in the future.In many ways, he is my role model, the person who encourages me  the most, who still does.  It was not until a room full of people clapped and cheered for him when he received his doctorate that it dawned on me.

I didn’t feel proud of myself because I was too busy being proud of him.

My most proud moment is not my own, not yet. But it will be.

Crush

Day 10: 1st Celebrity Crush

Hmm… it took me a while to remember who this was.

Behold: Chad Michael Murray. My first real celebrity crush.

No… I don’t count cartoon men as crushes. If I did, then Aladdin would be my first.

Nonetheless, as a teen I was absolutely obsessed with Chad Michael Murray. I had posters of him and other hot celebs, but lots of him, that covered my walls.  I mean look at him, isn’t he just so cute?

Okay, okay maybe this crush is a little silly. A lot of my friends really liked him too. I bet lots of people still do. He did look really good in that Agent Carter film…