With lockdown shrinking my world, I reached out to two friends in Senegal and Peru asking for their experiences of quarantine. These are their stories.
Hurled into isolation, I watch, flabbergasted, as pressures upon my previously high-stress, high-speed life change form. Suddenly, instead of needing to be an academically brilliant; highly attractive, consumeristic, eco-warrior socialite, suddenly I must become an online fitness fanatic; the inseparable friend of my quarantine companions, and incessantly; impossibly positive. Continue reading
“What, so Uni gave you money to go to the rain forest? Maybe I should go Uni and then visit my mates!”
It is important to talk about grief.
Sometimes, the stream of words pouring out of StarPlus Library Catalogue ripples into daily life, instead of neatly pooling into whichever essay I am pouring over. Through trying to wrap my mind around theories concerning the “postcolonial autobiography”, I discovered a disturbing idea. In some North African cultures, “I” is equivalent to “we”. I bristled at the thought. I like being an individual! I like referring to myself; my ideas, my experiences. Being unique makes me feel significant. If my listener were to understand “we” whenever I mentioned myself, I would suddenly become indistinguishable from my surrounding family; friends, university. I had no desire to blandly blur into the background.Continue reading
Our blogger Anna shares why she loves shopping in the markets.
Disability and identity very easily become intertwined. Initially, having a handicap meant that I saw myself as “weak”; “limited” and defined by my wrist’s parameters. The obvious solution was denial. Pain was there to be pushed through: to prove that I was “stronger”; and refusing to submit. Gradually, my wrists stopped bending to my will: they either locked onto objects and refused to relinquish them, or they gave up altogether. Pens, scissors; screwdrivers, cutlery slipped through my fingers and clattered onto the floor. Repeatedly waking up in the night with searing pain from my fingers to my elbows, I gave in. Punishment was making me weaker. I had to work with my wrists if I was going to overcome them.
Anna returns to Sheffield following a year abroad.
Anna writes about her experiences learning and then training rugby to kids around Cajamarca, Peru.Continue reading
As a third-year language student working in the Peruvian Andes, my year has been full of the unpredictable. As I continually push myself out of my comfort zone: roaming the mountains, and delving into life’s deep questions, I find my worldview transforming. This is an account of a day that changed who I am. This is a day that taught shattered my fear of strangers and my fear of “otherness.” This is a day that helped me discover that some of the biggest life lessons happen when you least expect them.Continue reading