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My FaceTime call rings, my sister answers. I ask the question I will certainly regret: ‘How was your day?’. Oh, the joys of being a primary school teacher. She says how she needs it to be the weekend (baring in mind it was only Tuesday). One day she’s going to flip – they just don’tContinue reading “How Was Your Day? by Emily O’Shea”

“So, what’s Facebook then?” My dad says with a confused smile on the edge of a chuckle. He is questioning me due to his lack of knowledge on social media- a term he doesn’t understand either when I tell him that is what Facebook is. I sit next to him in the corner of theContinue reading “The First Fake Is The Deepest by Jessica Clarke”

An important aspect of going to school, especially when you are a child, is to make sure that you pay attention in class. You listen to teachers telling you how important your grades are, that your exams at the end of this year will set jet-black precedents, stone tablets that define who you are. YourContinue reading “How To Be Good At School by Orlando Murphy”

The truth is; life’s a mess, and there are no lessons, unless we smash our horrible experiences into something that vaguely represents one in the hopes of better tomorrow. Every self-respecting Brit has a story of their first binge drinking experience, it’s practically tradition. We usually bury it deep, but I’ve been thinking about mineContinue reading “Sorry I Got Off With Your Girlfriend by William Stannard”

The first day back at University and as usual, I had forgotten to pack an abundance of essential items I needed for the first week of lectures. My mother and father were not pleased to say the least. She will say it was all my fault; that I need to start taking responsibility. He willContinue reading “Two sided by Esme Massimo”

You sit behind your work desk. You sit upright, so upright that books would balance perfectly upon your head. You cross your legs and pull every strand of hair over your left shoulder. You recognise, this is how a lady should sit. You feel your back start to throb because you are wearing a pushContinue reading “How to Photocopy by Maxine Draper”

My Name The origin of my name comes from Bangladesh, which my mum said means ‘Earth’. Or as my sister loves to say, means dirt. However, one aspect of my name which always baffles everybody is the fact that it is actually a nickname. My legal name is Fabbiha Kifayat Azad Suhan (Urbi). I know,Continue reading “My Name by Urbi Suhan”

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