All I can do is speak from experience, which can only be my own. When it comes to sex, I find there is always a status quo, a general opinion of whether or not you are sexually active and this status quo changes throughout different phases of growing up. When you’re little, it’s often conceived … More A rare breed
Five years after leaving my wonderful secondary school (7,8,9th grade), I´ve talked to an old friend I was bullied with. I got on with him quite well, I critisized him for supporting the SVP (Swiss people´s party…right-wing fucking idiots…anyway) and he probably always thought I was a bit of a hippie. But other than that, … More Turns out, he´s gay
There. My final ball behind me, it has begun to dawn on me. I am never going to see those people again. Those people I spent at least four years with every day except on weeends and holidays – and sick days – are now part of the past. Some of them I will be … More My – as far as I can tell – last post on school.
Just a thought before I go to bed. If I said that this is something everybody experiences, I’d be lying. Not everybody graduates. Not everybody even has the chance to go to school. So before I make the mistake of generalizing graduation for everyone, let’s say – everybody has experienced or will experience at one … More The end of an era
In my post “The terrorists have won” -> https://pinappleflavouredpeople.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/the-terrorists-have-won/ I mentioned that this whole fight against terrorism, especially against Islamic fundamentalist terrorism has caused for xenophobia to grow in Western countries. For example, the hijab has become topic of many political discussions. It has been banned from public places and/or government buildings in France and … More An interesting conversation
I can’t sleep, my thoughts are spinning and tomorrow morning I know I will be knackered. They told me to see the big picture, getting ready for my exams and all; so, homework isn’t just homework, it’s preparation for my big exams aswell as remembering everything my teachers tell me. But the more I see … More The constant rushing
In my last few posts – since turning eighteen or starting year thirteen – it’s been about growing up, taking on responsibility and seeing that not much changes really. But there is one thing I’ve noticed about myself lately. Who knows it if has to do with my turning eighteen or starting year thirteen or … More Growing up – the diplomat’s dilemma