A few weeks ago, my position was made redundant. Not too much drama. No grand exit. Just one of those moments where the shape of your...

I recently found this piece I wrote for a year 12 English assessment task in 2005. Sadie passed today, Wednesday the 18th of September 2024,

Self-care is gay, and when people see my visibly moisturised, glossy lips that is obviously gayer, “and that’s a bad thing”.

If his question was posed with force and accusation, my reply was doubly forceful and accusatory.

You may be thinking, “Will, being competitive about your air quality is ridiculous”, and to you, I say, “keep breathing your inferior air.”

Little do they know that there’s also a restriction of blood to my brain and that I’m currently creating a small river underneath my jacket.

The Shepard avocado hasn’t murdered, touched a child, or hurt and animal.

We have a composite Prep-Year One class and my bowl cut is the envy of all.

The instance I’m about to discuss was the possibly the most irate and emotional I had ever been as an educator.

This won’t be the easiest thing to read, but I have so many feelings that I can’t condense them into a clear piece.

Aren't crushes a funny thing? They're something we never grow out of. Well, if you do, I haven't.

There was one particularly bad day where I was so bloody sick of having a batch of buttery pustules casing my right cheek.

I was very sweaty as a teenager. I still am today. I carry a hanky or ‘neckerchief’ with me daily to dab my brow or pat down my neck.

I didn’t quite know how to respond appropriately because, again, I’M NOT DEAF.

From the series ‘Interviews With People I Like But Will Probably Never Meet’.

If you think this is going to be about Savage Garden’s 1997 smash hit, well, you couldn’t be more correct.

I would never attend a current student’s 18th birthday party because #childsafetystandards

I held onto my secret until ten years ago when I told some very close friends.