Home is....

For many people, home is where they live and spend most of their time. For others, home is where they grew up. I'm just about to move house for the 5th time from somewhere I've lived for the last 6 years (the longest amount of time I've spent in one house) but I don't feel particularly attached to the place. I also went to a boarding school for 7 years of my life, which I regarded as my 'second home' - incidentally, I wonder where MPs regard as home...

Someone said to me, 'home is where your stuff is'. That's all very well except if you find yourself constantly travelling from place to place and living out of a suitcase! For many people home is where their family is, but that concept rather changes when your family is either separated or old enough to become spread out all over the place. When I'd finished my first year of university I was talking about going home for the summer and was told by a friend 'no, you're leaving home for the summer. You'll be back home in September!' 

Maybe home isn't a fixed thing, nor does it have to be a single place at any one time. I think home is where you feel safe and comfortable. In the words of Simon and Garfunkel:

"Home, where my thought's escaping

Home, where my music's playing

Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me"

We Will Remember Them

''Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries'

- Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip

Boston Marathon blasts

Tragically, yesterday (at the time of writing) 3 people were killed by bomb blasts at the Boston Marathon, 15th April 2013. Over 140 people have been confirmed to be injured including runners and bystanders. 

On the same day on the other side of the world, 31 people were killed and over 200 people injured in road-side and car explosions in cities across Iraq. 

The latter of the two stories has become so commonplace is our news bulletins, perhaps replacing the word 'Iraq' with 'Syria' or 'Afghanistan' that we don't think twice when we hear of it. But when the news broke about the explosions at the 2013 Boston Marathon, we were instantly looking at the news channels and websites to find out the full details of the story (myself included); the BBC news website had the Boston bombings as its top story, with the Iraq bombings tucked away at the bottom of the page and there was virtually no coverage of it on the BBC's dedicated news channel. Both occurrences are desperately sad and will have repercussions for the family and friends of the deceased and also the witnesses of the events, but we simply must not dismiss these tragedies when they happen in the places where 'they always happen'. 

Remains of an Iraqi car bomb

There is a challenge for us when we hear of such horrible and shocking news from the USA, or anywhere else for that matter, not to lose focus on what is going on in the rest of the world, like for example that an estimated 70,000 people have died in the last two years as a result of the conflict in Syria. 70,000 people. The purpose of doing this is not to belittle what is going on in the mainstream news, but to remind ourselves that just because the news editors think the Western World is more important, doesn't mean that we have to agree. It is relatively unusual for something like this to happen in the USA, or generally in the Western World and it is therefore probably more shocking to hear, but the reality is that in a place such as Syria, the threat of violence of this nature is very real and ongoing. 

We should treat the loss of human life in any country, of any race, of any social class and in any number as a tragedy. We will remember them.

Growing Up Online

What do you put online? Status updates? Photos? Videos? Probably when you log in to Facebook or Twitter you have a quick flick through what's on your screen at that moment, maybe scroll back to a few hours ago. You might 'like' the odd status and 'comment' on a picture and then you forget about it.

For the first time, the adolescent years of an entire generation have been documented in a whole new way. The photos that would once gather dust in a cupboard are now online for the world to see. More exciting that that, though, is that our thoughts have been captured and saved. People who would otherwise have never written a diary or journal have suddenly found themselves sharing their feelings and ideas with everyone else.

Using Facebook's timelines, you can scroll back and look at how people's appearances have changed (or not as the case may be) but you can also track how their personalities have evolved. I did this to myself the other day and was mildly amused to meet my 13-year-old self in words and pictures. I'm sure you have your own opinion about whether this is good or bad. Personally, I don't mind it and as a social experiment (intentional or not), I think it is fascinating.

Shhhh...

I think I'm addicted to now. By that I mean I start to get a bit twitchy if something is going on and I don't know about it! If there is a big news story breaking, I'll be on Twitter for the rest of the day and watching BBC News 24 because I have to be the first to know. Even if something more low key is going on, I'll be checking my phone constantly to keep in the loop.

It can be quite difficult to switch off, both in the sense of turning off phones/computers but also mentally switching off. We love to have 'stuff' going on, whether it's listening to music while working or leaving the telly on for background noise while doing the washing up (I am as guilty as anyone!).

The value of silence tends to get lost in all of that. But for me, silence is so important. Firstly it gives me a chance to relax and unwind a bit. It also gives me a proper opportunity to think about things without getting distracted by a new notification or a farmville request. Silence in conversations can't last more than about 5 seconds without someone uttering the words 'well, this is awkward'. In church services, during the prayers they will often say 'let's keep a few moments of silence' which generally lasts no longer than 20 seconds. Silence needs more time than that and I think silence deserves more respect than that.

So why not try it: just for 5 minutes, turn off your gadgets, sit down and just enjoy the silence - I dare you.

A school like no other

It seems to be very fashionable at the moment to slam private education, generally by people who were educated in the state sector. I should probably say at this point that I was not educated in the state sector during my secondary school years *DON’T SHOOT* but I would like to try and explain a bit about my schooling from age 11-18.

Hiding in the rolling hills of West Sussex is a charitable, mostly boarding, independent school called Christ’s Hospital (CH) with a rich history behind it (I could bore you with it but you’re probably better off reading it on their website http://www.christs-hospital.org.uk/home/history-of-the-school/). Aside from the school’s slightly cheesy rebrand with the tagline ‘A school like no other’, it is actually pretty special. The word charitable means different things to different people but at CH it means that they are committed to providing an extraordinary way of life to bright kids who otherwise would have no chance of being able to afford it (of course if you can afford it, they’re quite happy for that too!). It does far more than simply provide an education and if that is a person’s sole reason for being there then I might suggest that they are in the wrong place.

Firstly, by its nature it brings people from every imaginable social background together and forces them to live in close confinement for 7 years – saying it like that, it sounds more like an extended Big Brother but that’s not what I meant! You very quickly learn to be tolerant of other people, an attribute that has served me well having just started university. But you learn that at any boarding school – what sets CH apart is the opportunity to get to know and make potentially life-long friends with people who I would otherwise have absolutely no reason to even meet.

In the last few years, the school was majorly affected by the economic disaster and had to work out how it was going to survive. The widely unpopular decision was taken to increase the number of full-fee (or almost full-fee) paying pupils in an attempt to balance the books. At the time, I was very vocal about my feelings which were not positive to say the least. Looking back on it, I’m not sure it was so bad after all. It meant that we got to mix with an even widen group of people but I think it had an even better effect on the ‘rich’ kids. If they didn’t come to Christ’s Hospital they would probably have ended up at one of the many other independent schools with other people from exactly the same socio-economic background as themselves, totally cushioned from the real world. CH brought these people into reality and socially enriched them for the better.

During my time at Christ’s Hospital the management had a big change of hands and as a result there was a large staff turnover. The school that I joined aged 11 was not the same as the school I left aged 18 and I’m still not sure if that’s good or bad. People often ask me ‘did you enjoy going to boarding school?’ to which my response is always a resounding ‘YES!’ One thing I do know is that there’s nowhere quite like it and I would never have changed my decision to go.