The Faulty Lamp Light

As normal, everything was normal in this very normal village. The silence hung heavy in the night air. The moon was high in the sky, full and bright basking the little houses in it’s white light. No sound, no movement, in fact the only sign that this village had not been abandoned years ago was…

Bangladesh

Bangladesh is the night never silent. The sharp hum of crickets, The call of the frogs.   It’s the roar of the horns, The tinkle of the bikes, The shouts hanging in the air.   Bangladesh is the air full of scent, The heavy smell of tobacco, The lingering of fried spice.   It’s the…

Tug of War

Would you choose the water, or would you choose the bombs?

Colours

The rest after a long day, the repetition of the next When you have to work on Christmas Day. The feeling on the subway as you journey to work on a rainy day. There when you have no one to go home to, no one to hold. The colour of your lips when the cold…

Virgin Experiences

On Friday, October 9th, I had so many virgin experiences. I had my first take away coffee. ( It was hot chocolate… shhh don’t tell anyone!) I made decisions about which clothes to buy without asking my mum’s opinion. Shocker I know! I conformed by wearing a shirt I knew a lot of others would be wearing that night….

#savethememories

This is the day I finally realises, that St Bees School really is gone.

Homeschooling a Dad

This week was my first full week of homeschool. It’s quite overwhelming to think about the fact I am an official homeschooler… but I’m dealing with it. So how am I feeling? There’s excitement, I’m a lot freer than I used to be, even though I’m still very busy. The freedom is both internal and external….

Review of Fallen Angels

Yesterday my wonderful father took me to see another highly-amusing, pure-entertainment play at the Theatre by the Lake in Keswick. This play was less action-packed than The 39 Steps which I last saw but extremely clever and thought-provoking. Perhaps you could say that it was more of a play for a maturer audience, playing on…

Speech Day

The other day saw the arrival of the most dreaded day of the year for students. Speech Day. Hours and hours of endless speaking, sitting, listening, being polite and looking neat. Speech after speech. The feeling among the students on this day is usually one of reluctance. This year though, it was different. There was…

Why My School Won’t Reopen

So my last test was on Friday. Such a relief that they’re over. No, they weren’t important. 3rd form exams, who cares? It’s not like you’re risking a uni place or something. That’s what I was telling myself at 8:50 on Friday when I realised I knew none of my history revision. All of the…

Review of The 39 Steps

On the 23rd of May, my father took me to the opening night of The 39 Steps at the Theatre by the Lake. What followed was an absolutely jam-packed night of laughter. Adapted by Patrick Barlow from an original concept by Simon Corble and Nobby Dimon the play stays true to the storyline of John…