When I was a child, and well into my teenage years, I was bullied. I was bullied a lot, because I was different. As a child, I preferred books to playing, adults to insults cast around a playground. I liked learning for learnings sake, and I could run faster than the most popular girl in … Continue reading On The Subject Of Individuality….
In first year, I experienced independent travel for the first time. When I say independent, I ping-ponged from Paris, to Berlin, to Rome, to Florence, to Venice with my best friend. We mixed up hostel bookings, packed too many clothes, got stuck in the barriers at an Italian train station, and had the most fantastic … Continue reading The World Is Waiting
I was in the library today, staring at the title of my essay, my mind blank as to where to even begin with writing the nasty little thing, when I found myself watching some of the other library users. It was strange, but revealing. Here I am, a final year university student, and I am … Continue reading Library Musings