A library doesn’t claim to change the world, but it may just change us.
We'll always be looking ahead longingly, until we're looking back wistfully.
In 2009, I thought I was told to go to Uganda by God. Luckily, I really wanted to go.
I thought I'd left Frost's poem behind, but he had maintained his grip on me all these years. Recently I was chatting about what the future looks like with my counsellor Toni, when she asked, “What are you scared of?”
Don't forget the power of looking back as an inspiration to keep moving forward.
After spending sixteen years in our modern education system, I picked up a few habits that have not aged well. It wasn’t until I experienced a new way of learning that I figured out I was battling against a long-ingrained practice of staying silent.
I sometimes wonder about my time at school. The older I get, the more shrouded in a strange mist it appears in my mind, with me wondering, ‘Did I really spend twelve years of my life doing that?' PE lessons, projects about the planets, scales, stationary orders, clip tickets, hunting for change for tuckshop lunches, painful “talent” competitions at lunchtime, copying notes from the whiteboard, so many assemblies: I know it served a purpose, but looking back, the repetitiveness of school life seems horrendous. As a student, don’t you remember how hard it was to fathom that one day, you will be old enough to break free from the rules and structure of this institution and get to choose how you wanted to spend your day?
A few weeks ago, I had to end a relationship.