By Abbie Winfield It feels like a long time ago that I first became aware of a bridge between myself and the boys in my class. Somewhere amongst a background of enforced cross country runs, meticulously planned non-uniform school days and tireless attempts at navigating the social etiquette of online platforms (Just how was I expected to express myself properly…
By Abbie Winfield It feels like a long time ago that I first became aware of a bridge between myself and the boys in my class. Somewhere amongst a background of enforced cross country runs, meticulously planned non-uniform school days and tireless attempts at navigating the social etiquette of online…
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