Announcement and DOES MY HANDWRITING FONT WORK?

Update: I was able to see on a different computer that my custom font did not show up on all computers, so I reverted it back to the font I usually use for posts because I think Times New Roman is boring on my blog.

Update 2: I deleted the picture of my handwriting font because when it was big enough to see the font, it was too big for my blog and ran into my About Me section, and when it didn't run into my About Me section, you couldn't see the font anyway.

Hi, everyone! I’m going to ”write" my post like this today—as a screenshot of this Microsoft Word document to show off this cool thing I did tonight: Made my handwriting into a font! I hope to find a better website, though, so that I can have symbols such as a dash (two hyphens) because that dash between today and as is terrible. Also, to do quotation marks, I have to go to Insert and Symbols... because this is what comes up from the quotation marks key on my keyboard: ” “”””””””””””””””””” Do you see that bottom-y looking one? That’s what’s been coming up for my quotation marks, and as you might see, there are no close quotation marks. Also, I have to go to insert symbols for my apostrophe. My commas are a little big cut off the bottom. Other than that, it’s pretty freaking cool! I’ll put links to the website I used and templates I tried and indicate which one I had to use ultimately. I’ll have to do more research ultimately to fix the little issues I have that I mentioned above. I also want to make a font out of my cursive handwriting, but that will take some practice because having to separate each letter for the website to recognize it is hard to keep straight in my brain how I would write in cursive for a whole word when I’m forced to write it as a single letter. Side note: I’m hungry. Eat when you’re hungry. I need to find food now, which is so hard for me since I’m a picky eater.): Oh my gosh, typographical smileys are so cute in my handwriting.(; (: ): :3 ;* Hahaha. xD Them crazy eye wrinkles, though, in that xD face. :D I’m having too much fun looking at all these typographical smileys in my handwriting! There’s an actual legitimate reason for this post besides talking about turning my handwriting into a font. I usually come here to update y’all on my life, so here it goes because I have a BIG update for y’all! I decided that I don’t want to be a doctor anymore. I want to be a high school teacher.(: Let me walk you through my train of thought. First of all, I did decide to graduate with my Bachelor of Science in Biology. I still LOVE biology and studying medicine and the human body, so I don’t regret having gone the route I did and end up changing my mind to wanting to teach instead of doctor. My mom found a position at my local school board (same district of schools I attended before college) for a non-certified teaching position, meaning I can qualify without a teaching degree as long as I have ONE of the following qualifications: 1) passing the writing (AND or OR?) reading PRAXIS tests, 2) score of 22 or higher on ACT, or 3) score of 1030 or higher on SAT. I never took the SAT or PRAXIS, and I don’t plan on spending the extra money on it until/unless I have to do so. I took ACT in high school when I was preparing for college and made a 26, so I qualify just with that alone!!!(: I’m so excited! I just finished my finals yesterday (Tuesday), so I can continue my application soon!! I took a break today (Wednesday). I have an exit exam to take for the biology department at my college tomorrow (Thursday), another break Friday, and !!!!!GRADUATION!!!!! Saturday!!!! Thankfully, the exit exam tomorrow doesn’t count for anything. The department wants us to take it for statistical purposes. The only thing it really affects for us is that showing up to take it is a requirement to graduate, but other than that, there are no scores or anything that affect our grades or GPA or anything. Therefore, there is NO stress or pressure. You know what’s super cool about being done with school for my undergraduate degree? I don’t have to be in school again as a student with deadlines and papers and projects and due dates and tests and studying until I CHOOSE TO!!!! I want to eventually at least get some (yes, some (:) Master’s degrees because the school board for whom I want to work requires it for a student to get college credit in the class while in high school as dual enrollment. Therefore, it makes a teacher/job candidate more competitive and attractive to do so. I want a break from school for a while, but eventually, it would be super cool to do. I don’t even know if I want to do teaching forever. I am really excited about it, but if it’s true that you should find your passion and make money doing that for your career, then as of right now, I don’t think teaching will be or should be my career. Honestly, the only thing I can really think of that I am super passionate about is maybe two things. The first thing that comes to mind is writing—creative writing like this where I simply write about my feelings and opinions in the hopes that they help or inspire somebody. I can only think of a couple of ways to make money off that, and I don’t know how good of an income they make at least starting off until you land in the right place. I really just don’t know about it. Then, one of the ways I could think of making money off it doesn’t seem fair or right to me. Like, it seems like cheating because it would be too easy of a way while really not contributing much to society while expecting money. ANYWAY! Let me tell you the ways I can think of instead of being annoyingly super vague about it. The first way I can think of making money from creative writing is I don’t know what it’s called (freelance writing? Is that what this is?) but when people write for sites like Buzzfeed or Bustle or Thought Catalog. Like my bae Danielle Campoamour (I might be butchering her name and am currently too lazy to double check, sorry, bae.)):). Google her. Read some of her stuff. She freaking rocks! And she tweeted me recently! *insert heart-eye emoji* I love her and her writing. Her writing makes me think and empathize a lot. That’s really good, so I like that. It makes me like her and her writing even more. That way I think is an honest way of earning money for creative writing. The way that makes me uncomfortable is being paid to blog. I haven’t looked much into it, so maybe I have misconceptions about it. However, it seems to me like most of it is being sponsored/endorsed by companies trying to sell things, and that seems un-genuine to me. Like, you are being forced to say only positive things about products because you’re being PAID to do so. You have to. It would be okay-ish if it’s a product that you genuinely completely love, but it still seems lazy to me to make a living by writing positive reviews on a blog for companies you love. Or doing some weird thing where you pay to promote your blog on Twitter and odd things like that. It just seems lazy. Maybe I could possibly maybe look into the ”freelance writing" as I (maybe incorrectly) call it and have it as a side job until I might ”make it big" doing that. Still, I don’t know if I’d enjoy that being my only job. Maybe? I don’t know. Uh-oh, I think even as a full-time thing (at least for myself because I am my own worst critic, which is GOOD because it feels really good when someone important like a teacher or Dean of your college tells you that your work rocks the socks off of them after you’ve convinced yourself that your work was so bad that they’re going to change their mind about every good thing they’ve ever thought or written such as in a letter of recommendation about you or that they will not let you have your Honors award because your Honors thesis was that bad) it would be lazy.): Danielle Campoamour, write your opinions about that so that maybe I can be more open-minded! I don’t think you’re lazy! Probably because I’m only hard on myself. ANYWAY! Now, I have to back track to when I told y’all that I would tell you about how I came to my decision about switching from being a doctor to becoming a teacher. It was a Friday night around midnight. I had just gotten home from my night with my boyfriend. If I’ve never said it before, I’ll say it now: My boyfriend and I see each other once a week because of work and school (school will now literally become work for me if I get hired!!!!). He only gets two days off work per week anyway, and one is for himself because that’s only fair. Although, MAYBE now that I don’t have school, I can spend the last couple hours before my parent-set curfew (There’s some give when you still live with your parents at 21 years old free of charge.) with my boyfriend when he gets off work a couple times a week.(: Although, he might be too tired, but we like sleeping together anyway. WE’LL SEE. ANYWAY! Friday night at midnight—I was thinking. Honestly, I don’t even remember what specifically besides I might want to be a teacher instead of a doctor and that I was seriously, hardcore thinking about it at that moment. Therefore, I texted my mom: When you get home, wake me up. I have a question about medical school and doctor stuff.

My mom works night shifts as a nurse and was working that night, so I couldn’t just call her or walk up to her and talk to her about it. However, she must have had some free time at 1:38 in the morning in her relatively new department at the hospital (8- to 24-hour stay for non-emergent or non-critical patients) because she asked me what. So I told her and explained why. And here is the To the Moon Pigs and Back version of why. I’ve always loved the idea of teaching. I would sit in classes, even in middle and high school—even college—and once I understood whatever was being taught, especially if it were taught rather poorly in my opinion, and imagine how I would want to teach it to someone. Even when considering medicine, patient education was, like, literally my favorite part about being a doctor. I would even get super excited every time my siblings would come home and ask for my help (ESPECIALLY IN MATH!!!) with homework. There were even a couple times a family friend would call and ask me to help him with his stepson’s math homework. I always chalked it up to liking to help people and the ego boost of people thought I was so smart that they would ask me for help with schoolwork. Or I’d acknowledge that I liked teaching people but never thought it was to the extent to seriously consider teaching as a profession. There were two reasons that stopped me from pursuing teaching: 1) Money and 2) once I started college studying pre-medicine, what people would think if I switched from medicine to teaching (that I was wasting my time as a teaching student or that I wasn’t tough or strong enough to handle medicine). Both are not good reasons to not pursue a career. Money isn’t supposed to be everything, but until my mom graduated from nursing school the first time as an LPN (when I was in fifth grade or so), I grew up poor. As a kid, I didn’t notice it too much because all my grandparents and one set of my great-grandparents were around and really close to be able to help us and also because kids or kids and love toys and stuff and don’t know the difference between the dollar store and a decent Walmart toy and/or Walmart clothes and name-brand clothes. I didn’t feel any strain until middle school or high school, which wasn’t even when we were poor. I was simply (still) spoiled and wanted what I wanted and when I wanted it. I actually never felt the strain of being poor while we were. I can look back now and think, ”Oh my gosh, we had those crappy dollar store toys because we were poor, and you never bought me Limited Too clothes like my cousin had because we were poor." (Then, there were some things I didn’t get because we were poor that I am actually now thankful for, lol, like the Kool-Aid pack and Capri Sun pack purses with the fuzzy feather borders or Abercrombie clothes or the ugly sequin purses!!!!!) I never felt a strain with our money as a family or stressed about how my parents could afford things in general and then felt guilty when I would need gas money or money for anything else, especially for school, until I started my undergraduate degree in college. My mom went to nursing school again this time for her 4-year RN the spring semester of my junior year of high school and graduated the spring semester of my junior year of college. She actually ended up having to be in school for four-and-a-half or five years because of the way the nursing program there is, even when she was taking almost every summer semester until she entered her clinical years and only because there were no nursing classes offered during the summer semester. With two of us in college, even though most of mine was completely paid for by scholarships and grants (I am seriously so thankful because my eyes have been opened up to how rare that is. I’m seeing my little brother have to already take out loans in his second year of college. I didn’t even pay for Scantrons in college. It’s good to see that I made one of my college goals: Get through college without ever having to pay for a Scantron or Blue Book. I didn’t reach my college goal of graduating with a 4.0, but that’s a story for a different day because this post is already grossly long and I’m/y’all are lucky if I’m currently even halfway done with this post.) ANYWAY. I’ve felt the strain and stress of money for the past four years of my life, and I never want to have my kids feel that. Ever—even when they’re in college and if my kids are so close together that my husband (current boyfriend ((((;) and I are putting more than one of them through college at once. I’ve felt that strain, too—at one time, my parents were supporting four college students at once plus two or three extra people besides our immediate family at some points with only one income coming in because my mom’s nursing program and having a family to take care of was so demanding that she couldn’t work at all. She thought about it a couple times, and I’m so glad my dad and I were able to talk her down because she would have had a mental fucking break down. I think I had a premature one for her from IMAGINING her working while going to nursing school and taking care of our 7/8+ househole. So yes, I have SO felt the strain of money. Therefore, I always planned on going into one of the highest paying professions. That wasn’t my reason for choosing a high paying job originally when I did so in seventh grade. I don’t remember what my reason was then, but this is the reason that kept me sure I wanted to be a doctor while I was in college. Originally, I decided I wanted to be a lawyer to make a lot of money, but I thought that was boring and switched to anesthesiology. Then, I thought that that was boring, too, and was in doctor limbo. Sometime after my mom worked for OB/GYNs as an LPN, I decided that I wanted to be an OB/GYN. I thought that I genuinely wanted to be a doctor and not because of money because I had changed my mind based off my interests. But then, I decided there was more to medicine than teaching patients about their bodies and delivering babies. That is LITERALLY all I wanted to do as a doctor. The rest wasn’t worth what drew me in anymore: the hospital policies specifically surrounding labor and being on call sometimes to be able to deliver babies, which meant having to drop any other thing in my life for that, even my family, which is my number one priority. Even now while I don’t have kids, my family is more important to me than anything else: My parents, my siblings, and to an extent my boyfriend because we are still only boyfriend and girlfriend ): The to an extent my boyfriend part sounds terrible but it’s because regardless of how much I love him, my immediate family besides my adopted brother (again, I sound terrible) will always come before him. I love him so much, but because he is my boyfriend and not my immediate family, I know I will always be able to count on my immediate family more than him. He can leave me whenever he wants to, even if he won’t or says he won’t. My parents at the very least (because I’ve seen from my mom’s siblings how easily and fast and surprisingly and suddenly your siblings can turn on you or at the very least only go to you when they need something) will NEVER abandon me, and because of the way my siblings and I were raised, I have more faith that my siblings will never abandon me than I have faith that my boyfriend will never abandon me because as much as I trust him and love him, I saw when my dad cheated on my mom (They got a divorce but got re-married and are still together now for which I am so thankful because again, I’ve seen how rare that is.) that regardless of how much faith and love and trust you have in someone, they can still let you down BIG FREAKING TIME in a huge, hurtful way you could have never expected. So yes, I love my boyfriend, and he really is one of the most important things in my life, but he will always be second to my immediate family. Would I have missed school in college if he were hospitalized? Only if he were in critical condition and dying. If not, I would have arranged visiting him around my school schedule. Now that I’m working, how would I handle that? Probably better as in more willing to miss school if he were having even a non-emergent surgery. Emergency room trip for something like a broken bone not to the point of needing surgery? I still don’t know. I’d be hesitant to risk my job for that. But whatever—I’m attempting to convince y’all that I love him enough to have a lasting, healthy relationship and eventually marriage with him because they way I wrote that, which are my literal feelings, sounds so bad. It sounds so conditional when love like that is supposed to be unconditional. BUT it doesn’t matter what other people think, even y’all my loyal followers (however many of y’all there are if there even are any of y’all yet). I care about what y’all think to an extent. I’m willing to hear any of y’all out if y’all would have any concerns that my feelings are not consistent with a serious, marriage-bound relationship, but ultimately, only I know my true feelings to be able to make such a decision, and I am SO confident that our relationship is good enough for us to marry each other one day. I want to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. I love him. I truly love him and am in love with him, which feels so good. He freaking rocks. I love him because he rocks, or does he rock because I love him????? I love him because he rocks...to me...in my opinion.(: Back to teaching because there is still a little bit left to say about it! My dream teaching job is to teach at my high school alma mater as lame as that sounds. My dad always said he thinks that a lot of people go into teaching to relive their glory days, because that’s the only place and time they felt important. I was scared for a little while that subconsciously I was choosing it for the same reason. My high school experience was better than my college experience in some ways. I wasn’t popular in high school in a preppy way and never want or wanted to be, but my intelligence was respected, and that felt awesome. I had a reputation for being a genius. That was the coolest thing! In college, I think I had a reputation like that maybe in the biology department because no one else had classes with me to know or with people I went to high school with because nobody else knew me. I still wasn’t popular in college and again, I don’t want to be nor never wanted to be. I do/did, however, miss out on my intelligence being respected throughout the whole college. A college campus is too big for everyone to know me unless I was in a sorority or student government, and I have and had absolutely no interest in either. I would have been going into those dishonestly with an ulterior motive to show off my intelligence, which is bad. Showing off and bragging are bad. But I’m confident that that is NOT why I want to be a teacher. I want to be a teacher because I genuinely love teaching people and think I could do a damn good job at it. High school, though—why else would I want to be a high school teacher if not to have a second chance to become popular, right??? Wrong (: Of course, I want my students to love me, even when I’m being my goofy self, but I didn’t choose high school for a chance at popularity. I chose high school because the material is actually challenging and stimulating. As much as I love little children, I don’t think teaching circles, squares, triangles, two plus two equals four, and how to spell tree and pronounce the word to would hold my interest very long. Maybe the point is to enjoy the babysitting and creativity. Or how am I supposed to enjoy having children and teaching them if I think that stuff is boring already? I think it will a) be different with my own kids and b) only be temporary! Not for the foreseeable future. Subjects? Do I want to teach science since I have a Bachelor of Science? Yes. But is that all? NO! I think my favorite would honestly be to teach algebra (minus graphing x.x). Definitely not geometry. Fuck you. It wasn’t too hard for me. I mean, it somewhat was, but I still made an A pretty easily in it in high school. I had to work harder at it, though, which made me dislike it. I don’t mind having to work at things, but I didn’t like how much I hard to work at geometry. It wasn’t an instantaneous click for me, and I so disliked that. I would also want to teach world history because my teacher in my college world history class made learning about world history so interesting! I need pointers from him how he learned these things since some of it was contrary to what I had been taught for so long because that is part of what made the class so cool to me—that it was contrary to what I learned and he concretely connected what happened then to our world now and why we should care. I want to do that for students one day before college because that is just the coolest thing to me, and I didn’t get it until my senior year of college because I waited until my senior year to take my freshman general requirements because I disliked history so much from grade school that I kept putting it off until I couldn’t any longer, but I’m glad I did wait for two reasons: 1) the break in between my difficult (and eventually boring) biology classes was nice and 2) I’m unsure if I would have appreciated all of the lessons then as I did now. As mature as I have always been, even during my freshman year of college, I think my brain was just in  a different place and not thinking seriously past what I had in front of me. Maybe that presence was good, but also, I think it was too much presence and not enough thinking past then or past myself because I was thinking about the future sometimes but not very big picture-y, just what I wanted to do with my life and not so much why or that I should care about more than what is going on in my bubble and how it affects me. Anyway, I would also be interested in teaching psychology or health. Healthy, especially, because I know sex education is lacking in public schools, and since I wanted to be an OB/GYN, that is my jam! In fact, my final exam that included male and female reproductive systems was my highest grade in that class, and I hadn’t even studied it much. My passion about safe sex and pregnancy is part of why I wanted to be an OB/GYN, so I think it would make me an excellent health teacher.(: I would even be interested in teaching environmental science, which is a slacker science class. A science class for people uninterested in science and need/want an easy A to complete their science requirement for their high school diploma. I would probably be the students’ least favorite teacher because I would take that class seriously. Or maybe they would like me because I’d teach it so well that they will learn it more easily??? We’ll see. And finally and most shockingly to those who know this about me, I would even be willing to teach English. The fact that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE and am good at grammar makes it not surprising that I want to be an English teacher, but the fact that I made straight Cs in reading in middle school when it was separate from the grammar side of English and that the reading sections of ACT and MCAT were my lowest scores do make it surprising that I would want to be an English teacher because high school English teachers have to teach reading!!! Hahaha, and I’m not so quick with reading comprehension or the way it was taught to me in grade school BECAUSE when I finally took my literature elective in college, I fucking excelled at it!!! I put it off probably for the same reason I put off history: I disliked the subject in grade school and was dreading having to take it so put it off until I couldn’t anymore. But I did awesome in it and enjoyed it. What was different between the way I was taught in college and before? In college, it felt like my teachers would always give me the definition of a figurative language element (I’m literally a literal person and have trouble with figurative language, which is probably why I’m good with concrete subjects, such as grammar, algebra, and science.), have me read material, and make me pick out the figurative language and the meaning of it on my own whereas in college, my teacher taught me all of it! The definition, examples in the reading material and what it meant. Then, I think I was able to finally figure out the figurative language in a text on my own. It was so empowering, and I want to help students who might be like me see that it isn’t impossible to be good at reading, too. I always thought I was eternally doomed to be bad at reading comprehension because nobody is perfect and I was already good at almost every other subject. I guess my only obstacles between me and perfection now are singing and small boobs. That’s supposed to be a (funny) joke somewhat. Somewhat because it is actually true but also because those things aren’t what I should be concerned about. This is fifty-five freaking pages in Microsoft Word at 36-point font. I need to stop here and go to bed since I need to be up at seven for my last college task!!!! I might not post this whole thing as screenshots for y’all since it is (now) fifty-six freaking pages!! I’ll probably copy and paste it into Blogger and post it normally and change my blog title to a JPEG header with my font for the title and tell y’all to check it out to show y’all how cool it is to turn my handwriting into a font, or I might do that AND or OR (and do the header later) make some sort of JPEG signature for my posts with my handwriting font.(: I don’t know if I want to use this handwriting font as my header because it looks like chalkboard/kindergarten writing more than it looks pretty.): I knew I had kindergarten handwriting-ish handwriting but not to the point that it would look ugly.): People always tell me that my handwriting is pretty, and I agree, but it’s not looking pretty enough as a font to be a pretty header image. >.> Ugh. We’ll see. Whatever-ish.