Choose change

I regret not voting. I regretted it two weeks before the election, when I forgot to register on time- please don’t judge me I already spent the summer trying to explain to people why I, a supposed journalist, a figure on the pulse of current affairs, forgot to meet the 5pm registration deadline two weeks beforehand.

My regret resurfaced on the day of the election when leaving my yoga session. I had to manoeuvre my way through a stream of upstanding and respectable members of society eager to do their duty at my local polling station. Completely embarrassed and feeling as though I’d let the country down I had to power-walk down my road to escape the judging eyes of queuing voters who knew I wasn’t one if them.

Luckily for me my guilt has been somewhat saved as my vote wouldn't have swayed the result. “Call-me-Dave” would still be in number 10 with Nick as his sidekick and we’d still be complaining about the public sector cuts. But that’s the beautiful thing about a democracy we can exercise our right for change. I just have to make sure that next time I use it.


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Live your life

The other day, my sister came home from uni buzzing after having a surreal experience in one of her performance lessons. She studies world music and loves it more as the weeks go by. She is incredibly talented and a totally dedicated student.

After our conversation I felt a slight tinge of sadness. I couldn’t help but think that my sister might be one of the last new university students that will follow the areas of study that they are most passionate about. With the potential increase of school fees to as much as £9000 at some of the UK’s top universities will students abandon their creative callings and choose instead more “sensible” and “straight-laced” subjects? If so, I'm afraid that in the next 20-30 years we may find ourselves living in a society full of black and white when we so desperately need splashes of colour.

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