Issue 2 Identity
Our second issue based around the theme of 'Identity'. The magazine is aimed at 11-15 year old students.
Our second issue based around the theme of 'Identity'. The magazine is aimed at 11-15 year old students.
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Editor’s Note<br />
I think it was Shakespeare who once said: “woe am I!” and whoa am I having a epically horrendous day. I<br />
find myself sitting here on the verge of tears. I have had literally the worst day ever. Hell is a luxury hotel<br />
room compared to my stench of a life. I do not know why I bother to breathe (well, obviously I do), when<br />
the air stabs my lungs like a balloon filled with lead. I never knew it was this possible to be this apoplectic<br />
in this day and age. Like, OMG even when my pet guinea pig Persephone died I was not this tragic, and let<br />
me tell you, thems were tough times.<br />
The level of sadness that I feel is not even human. I am a sloth. Yes, only a sloth could feel this sad. The<br />
never ending tunnel of despair that I am being catapulted through, due to my torturous situation and<br />
grievous yet compelling tales of despair, just keeps going on and on and on and on and on and on like Andrex<br />
(other products are also available).<br />
Without being too dramatic about it, I am metaphorically lying in the metaphorical debris that is my metaphorical<br />
life. Metaphorically speaking of course.<br />
I don’t really want to talk about it, it still hurts. Well, okay. Today, I argued with my best ever friend since<br />
year 7. And now she hates me and she said that she never wanted to talk to me ever again and she didn’t<br />
even like the card I gave her for her birthday and she hates the way I dress and she never even liked me<br />
anyway and she just doesn’t understand me.<br />
Ugh!<br />
My life is so hard.<br />
The universe is just too small to accommodate all of my problems, and neither is my brain. I have literally<br />
just remembered a piece of homework that I have to do for my next lesson. Great, I have just stuffed my<br />
already overflowing problem universe with another problem and now my problem universe is about to<br />
burst at the seams and all of my problems will whiz and fly everywhere and everybody will be infected by<br />
my problems and it will be all my fault and then that will also be my problem.<br />
Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry. Ignore everything I just wrote. Everything is fine now. The<br />
teacher was not angry about the homework.<br />
I talked to my friend after school and she was so apologetic. She told me about how<br />
horrible she felt about everything and how she doesn’t hate me and how everything is<br />
fine. In response to my universe qualms, she simply laughed.<br />
And she did like the card I gave her for her birthday.
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