35 years from now, 50-year-old Reema would probably be staring at some giant 3D screen of future technology and wondering what the heck was going through her 15-year-old mind. What exactly is “Mean Girls”, and why was I so fascinated by it? Do stereotypes still exist today, as I had predicted 35 years ago? Where is 15-year-old Reema, and how much has she changed 35 years later? Reading my English blog as a 50-year-old would be really weird to say the least if computers still existed at that time. I would most probably gather my husband and kids to read it with me, so I wouldn’t have to go through the utter humiliation of reading it alone, cringing at every song reference or cheesy quotes I decided to include, and to inform my children about which side of the family their weirdness comes from. I would begin by wondering what amount, if any, of experience, did I have at this age to write about topics that are foreign to me. What did I know about “assimilation” or why Douglass really lied? I was just an average 15-year-old with no clue whatsoever on how to live life without my parents observation, so why did I act like I was an expert on all third world problems? Another thing that would probably confuse me a little would be my arrogant opinions on some topics. At the age of 15, of course, I would be a bit cocky, cocky enough to state my opinion straight away without fear of ridicule or consequences. In many of my posts, my opinions could seem a bit harsh, or too out there. Maybe it’s just a teenager thing, or maybe I didn’t take this blog seriously… Who knows. I would also be very impressed with my writing style. I am afraid that the more years pass by, I would lose my writing skills, and by 50 years of age, a simple blog like this would probably impress me. So why did I not keep up writing? Something as simple as daily blog entries could keep up the quality of my writing up until the day I die, so why did I not pursue it as a pass time at least?

After reading my blog at the age of 50, I would probably begin to regret some choices I have made in the past. So, “Dear 10th Grade Reema, you really need to begin to take life seriously. It is obvious that your blog entries are superficial and full of it. I promise you, you will regret not pursuing writing up until the day you die, because as a busy 50-year-old taking care of 4 kids and still going to work every day, I assure you-you will need some sort of way to keep your creative ideas flowing through your now rusting brain. Also, don’t be two faced. Make sure your judgement is always straight-forward, and never changes depending on your mood. If your point of view changes whenever you feel like it, your life might not always turn out the way you want it to be… Easy, no bumps in the road. And on that note, finally, you will have bumps in the road. Always! So be prepared, and don’t waste your time on silly things that corrupt your brain, such as social media, because you will begin to lose your happiness, as stated in your blog about your sentence. I assure you, that because your goal in life is to be happy at 15, you definitely have made me happy. Thank you for caring about happiness before anything else, because unlike my friends and colleagues, I look like I’ve lived, not just survived.”