History

Today, I’ve got a thoughtful flash fiction piece ready for you. It covers the way that history is taught within education and how that often separates the past from the present, as historical figures become names and dates instead of people. It’s an unreal sort of feeling that is difficult to describe and there’s no one person to lay the blame onto, as I am also unsure of how it could be fixed. In short, much of history as it was taught to me through primary and high school felt strangely distant, as if I was being told about a fictional novel rather than the truth, despite logically knowing that it was truth. In any case, I hope you enjoy this piece!

Thoughtless

To be clear, this poem is not an attack on my classmates (and not-exactly-classmates, as I’ll discuss) or the bus driver who diligently gets us to college and back in the mornings and evenings. Instead, it is a discussion of the many failings which occur when you force two year groups from two colleges (four year groups in total) onto one bus during lockdown and COVID restrictions. Think of it more as an expression of emotion, rather than a formal letter of complaint – and enjoy!