Metaphors & Medicine

I'm so sorry my dear dreamers that I haven't posted in a while! I have been burdened with the workload that the final days of my senior year in high school have to give me! This post will also be short, but let me reassure you that I only have two days of school left and hopefully I will begin to post more than just on Mondays. But you will have to wait :) I just wanted to share a few things. High school is ending. It seems so surreal. I can't imagine not coming back to my school on September 1st, but instead, will be on an entirely new campus with people I don't know. It's scary yet exciting at the same time. If you asked me last year if I was ready to make friends AGAIN in college, after having moved twice, I would've said, "Please, don't speak of such a horrible day." Now I feel ready. I realize that life is always changing. Some people will tell you change is a bad thing. That is twists and turns your life in ways you never thought possible...

Hmm, got you thinking there, didn't I? Just yesterday, I had a discussion with a few friends about this question. We had to think about it for a few minutes to. What does it really mean to be American? Do you have to be born here to be American? Do you have to have an American passport? Are you still American if you've lived in America your whole life but you aren't a citizen? What if you're like me, lived in two different countries during your lifetime and have a different nationality? Does the fact that I'm an American citizen and a Palestinian citizen make me Palestinian or American? Here's what I said: I think that as long as you can refer to America as your home, no matter who you are or where your family is from, you're still an American.  And this doesn't just concern America. If a person is American but has lived in Germany or France during their life, and they can somehow refer to that place as home, then that makes them German or Fren...