When I allow over indulgence in my libido, I begin to lose sight of what is right and wrong. It interferes in my oneness with Divinity and experiencing the “subtle truths” that Dr. Wayne Dyer talks about. As I put less value on it and manage it more, my spiritual experiences only deepens and my guides begin to manifest again. The Taoists believe that by controlling our libido we can extend our life. DARE TO IMAGINE 73
Everyone around me was nervous. Our fourth test back in many of our first AP classes. The first test was the shocker; this wasn’t middle school any more. The second test was the reassurance to many that this was going to be pretty difficult. The third test … well the third test … everyone learned how to fill out the test corrections sheet.
A four year ago, I moved from Ethiopia to United State. When I was little I always wanted to go school in the U.S., so, we moved the summer before my freshman year in high school. I was enjoying summer, I visited my sibling in Washington and spend half of my summer in their house, I loved it. School started in August that year and I was excited. After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked.
In the summer before my junior year of high school I spent 4 weeks tearing down fences, cutting saplings, staining buildings, learning about my goals and ambitions, and building fences across Montana. When I put in my application for the Montana Conservation Corps I thought it would only be benefit my life by filling up my summer and doing manual labor. However, the first day with my crew proved that assumption wrong, for I learned how to make unlikely friends, how to work hard, and how to be a steward of the land. My experience with the Montana Conservation Corps split my high school experience in half. My first two years I was unmotivated, lazy, and impressionable but through those 4 weeks I learned how to be myself.
I turned eighteen years old. I began to go to Louisiana State University-Eunice for my bachelor of science in nursing degree. School was going great. I began to socialize with a variety of people. Then I began to realize they weren’t my real friends; they just wanted to use me.
Discovering a Minority Orientation Around the age of ten, most kids have an idea of what their sexual orientation was, whether it was heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, etc. I remember in Elementary there would be playmates of mine that would try to ask me out while we would be playing a fun game of handball or Dodgeball. After I had rejected them, I felt as though I hated them. I didn’t talk to them anymore or play with them, even when they would try to talk to me, I 'd ignore them or tell them to go away. Same story goes throughout Middle School.
When i got to high school i didn 't hang out with any of my old friends from elementary school or middle school. So i was lonely and spent my time in the library reading and by myself. The only time i would talk was if i knew some one in my class and then after class we wouldn 't say anything to each other. One day in my P.E. class I started talking with these group of girls because there was no boys in our class . The one girl that was kinda the leader of the group was your average snobby blond, invited me to hang out with her and her other friends at there tree at lunch.
Welcome friends! Here's a glimpse into my emotional state!!!!! This is something i wrote while on an emotional trip, so it might not make that much sense. I don't expect you to read it all, you can scroll to your name and peace out, our you could just ignore this message altogether, I understand. Keep in mind that I wrote this while on my period, so I'm an emotional wreck rn, so if I'm rude or vilifying, I don't mean to be.
super tiny. Strange how perspectives change as you grow older. I had to change school because we moved to another place. It was the Institut Notre-Dame de Bonne Esperance in Braine-Le-Comte, Belgium. I stayed there until my high school graduation, therefore I had a lot of ‘first time’ there.
As a child, I was always told to dream big by my mother, father, and many others. Nonetheless, living with my mother, stepfather, and siblings in San Jose, there was constantly fighting, moving around, and fear from within, as well as the outside world. I always struggled in school but didn’t think much of it, considering both parents and older siblings were high school dropouts but weren’t in disastrous situations. Towards the end of elementary school, I refused to go to school because of my social phobia, as well as the fact that I would be bullied because of my speech impediment. Near the end of my seventh grade, I went to Modesto with my dad every weekend and found the different environment to be very calming, thus when the time came for him to bring me back home, I would cry in the car and beg to be taken back to Modesto.