A letter to humanity


You don’t know me. I don’t know you. Neither of us have anything to loose by writing and reading. You are a girl; a boy; a man; a woman. Does that really matter? You could be from England, or Germany, or Ireland or even as far-flung as sunny Wales. Does that really matter? You could be Christian, Buddhist, Jewish, Muslim. Does that even make a difference? Continue reading


Into the deep end

The transitions this year have been tough.

I have just moved into year 11. The year that I have been dreading since I learnt and hated that well-known phrase ‘big exam’. What makes it worse is that it is to the power of 11. At least.

As soon as you get into year 11, or a year with big expectations, you learn some great excuses.

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