Brace yourselves, this may come as something of a surprise. I've dropped out of Oxford. Yes, I know. It's something of an about face considering my previous posts but hear me out. I left, not due to egregious academic incompetence, lewd or licentious behaviour beneath hall tables or even to pursue a love interest. It's taken me a while to reflect on this but here I go. I'd welcome your thoughts.
Flaunting your gown around town, blowing £200 on May Ball tickets, or getting your mates or wider society to fund your Gap Yah trips abroad: there are a number of actions available to Oxbridge students that serve to fuel the stereotypes of an elitist institution harbouring privileged students, out of touch with the rest of the world...
Today, on Nigerian Children's Day, the girls will still be held in captivity - and their horror continues unabated. We still do not know whether they are being trafficked into slavery or have been abused as has happened to past hostages. And while the Nigerian government has sent more troops to Borno state to back up the 15,000 already on the search, and as satellite and aircraft surveillance has been stepped up, it will take a delicate operation to secure every child's safe homecoming. As we prepare to celebrate Children's Day in Nigeria, America and in many countries around the world, our thoughts are firmly focused on practical measures that can ensure the safe release of the girls and the end of the nightmare for their families.
Highly educated women do have a higher chance of not having a family. Childlessness is on the rise and has nearly doubled in the UK since the 90s, but given the extensive press coverage in recent times of high-profile or careerist women choosing to forego the child-rearing experience you could be forgiven for thinking that most of those without children are of the 'child-free by choice' variety.
During my visit to the Unicef-supported Basic Education School for displaced grade one to four children at the Aleppo University I met a number of confident, upbeat children, not shy to ask tough questions... As a mother, I could not hold back my tears when a young girl got up and asked me: "When will this war end?"
Having depression myself, I know how it feels to feel isolated, alone and like nobody understands and sometimes this can feel like this case, however the good news is more people are coming forward to share their stories with Mental Health and this week, Mental Health Awareness Week has proved that, I have been ever so glad!
Great teachers can make such a difference to a youngster's education. They know their pupils intimately; they inspire and encourage them to learn and to enjoy learning. But even the best teachers hit limitations; there just aren't enough hours in the day to know everything about every pupil they teach. But technology is starting to change that. In the coming years, a lot of the legwork, and the burdensome aspects of teaching will be assisted by technology.
She is now gracing front covers, has a child whose name is inspired by the points on a compass and is a product created and exploited by her own mother. I remember being so terrified introducing my first boyfriend to my parents, I am unsure when the (alleged) brokering of a deal regarding your daughter's sex tape became the norm.