As a second-generation migrant I can sometimes feel caught between two cultures. This weekend,Eid is a time to better understand,reflect and consider who I am and what matters to me.
Let’s think about the language that we use around the VCE,and how it both influences and reflects our attitudes.
If the VCE is a marathon,parents are the volunteers,cheering their Year 12s onto the next mile,handing out cups of water and snacks.
Why is it that out of all the people I know,only a handful are actively engaged in politics?
When reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice,I remember stopping when Mr Darcy explains the high standards he has for women and the skills he expects them to possess. What also stopped me in my tracks was how little things have changed.
If there is one thing that the pandemic has taught us – nothing is a given. And as challenging as it was to learn that lesson over and over again;it allowed us to grow as people.
All too often students are left out of key conversations and decisions that directly affect their educational outcomes and futures.
VCE students are struggling with the instability of a pandemic and remote learning while missing important academic and social benchmarks. If vaccines are the solution,why are they reaching us so late?
It wasn’t until this year when we went into the third,fourth and fifth lockdowns that I realised how much we missed when we were being taught remotely.
As a high school student,the inability of our national leaders to give us something more than vague political showmanship when we ask about plans for the future is particularly disorientating.