We painted our posters and took to the streets, chanting loudly and passionately, thinking (naively perhaps) that things might change.
thoughts from macquarie street
Author: thoughtsfromthefirstyear
29. Cat + Dog Parent. Friend to bugs, books and buds. Taurus (stubborn). Sporadic writer. Frequent crier.
I'm a former High School English Teacher and am currently studying a Masters of Creative Writing.
thoughts from the liminal spaces
Not feeling sick I've convinced myself that I must be faking it - something which sends me spiraling each time I think about it.
thoughts from the home office (2.0)
My classroom became virtual overnight; my student's faces replaced with their unrelenting avatars staring back at me while I 'teach' at a screen.
thoughts from the teacher’s boyfriend
I can be a bit of a nightmare to live with; I'm excitable, work in short bursts of energy, have a short fuse, and worst of all, I'm an introvert that masquerades as an extrovert at my job...
thoughts from the all the dumb things
While I have always felt old, this year has made me feel grown up. I'm more confident in my own abilities, more self-assured, I adapt with relative ease, and you know what? It's really bloody nice.
thoughts from the home office
What ScoMo doesn't see is what is happening inside my home 'office' (which is actually one of two rooms - the dining room, or the bedroom which once belonged to my older brother).
thoughts from the inferno
As I approach my mid-twenties I started to think about the possibility of children of my own (albeit, a few years in the future) and now, I'm not so sure that's something that I want. Right now, the future feels far too scary a place.
a break in regular posting
I was just cleaning my room, trying to get a little sense of order around the place and found a beautiful notebook at the foot of my bed. I'm a hoarder of nice stationery, often saving pieces for something special (much the same way as people only use the fancy China for special occasions). When… Continue reading a break in regular posting
thoughts from the topsy turvy
So, how am I adjusting to the topsy turvy mess that is Term 4? Well, to tell you the truth, reader, I'm not really. I feel listless, a bit useless, unproductive and completely and utterly exhausted.
thoughts from the longest week
My ominous countdown to the exams did not have the desired effect of kicking their butts into gear, instead irritating them and inviting groans of "eugh, could you not?" (I could not, not)
thoughts from the first year 