25th of March, 2020. An excerpt from lockdown.

I’m home from an unexpected trip to the hospital and I feel fortunate. I only had to stay one night. No ventilator for me, I only have to endure my voice reduced to a whisper, muscle pain, and deep fatigue I can’t…


Mid-November of my teacher training year and I was panicking.

I stood at the front of the classroom, watching the windows steam up from the relentless rain as the noise levels rose to a roar. I had mistimed my lesson and my Year 9 class was going off the walls on a pendulum swinging from apathy to deliberate aggravation. I…


I step out my front door and cool air mists my face, I shiver. Grey clouds charcoal the sky and I wonder if it will rain. I haven’t been far from my home for a month. …


Life is too short and painful and precious for anything other than love. There is no time to spare for hatred.
But you should know, this is not going to be an emotional post. I despise wishful thinking and detest emotional decision making. I won’t compel you to engage in either…


Yesterday lots of you asked me either jokingly or with genuine curiosity if I had a Valentine. I smiled and shook my head. One of you gazed at me with a thoughtful but troubled expression and asked why. I laughed and changed the subject.

We all carry our own quiet…


And to know him is to love him.
The people who really know him talk about him with a softness in their eyes. I realised I knew a lot about him, but didn’t know him.

And there’s a difference.
So the more I got to know him, the more captivated I…


As a beginner teacher, I had two big struggles.

The first was a lovable but challenging class. They were disruptive, disengaged and difficult. Their behaviour swung on a perilous pendulum of aggravation to apathy. Known across the school as a problematic class, the focus in conversations with other teachers always…


I have always considered music something of a miracle.
It’s one of the greatest loves of my life. That raw materials like wire and wood can be crafted into instruments that make sound, that we can open our mouths and the movements of muscle and air can make melody. It’s electrifying…


It has been quite a month.

The first blow came in December.
“I can’t see your face.”
I was standing two feet from my flatmate. I have perfect vision and only wear glasses for reading but I couldn’t see her. Her face was blurry. There were coloured dots in front of my eyes. …


And then you broke my heart.

Today. Second day of class in a new city. You came up in conversation. I tried to explain you. My voice started quavering. Tears sprang into my eyes. I had to brush them away in a hurry. …

Bethany Leah

trying not to let the important things "give the scribe the slip."

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