children are weird.

So, it’s been like months since I’ve posted anything but I’m not dead I promise.

Hopefully, this post means I’m back for good. You’d think I’d have interesting things to say as a university student (or at least think that I have interesting things to say) but apparently not.

I’m currently on my first teaching placement and it is VERY EXCITING. With each day I feel like I’m closer to becoming a competent teacher (or at least a functioning teacher with only a minor caffeine dependency).

I thought that today, I’d give you a quick list of weird things I’ve seen since I started working with children again:

  • A year 7 boy drew an Ancient Greek temple inspired by the game Fortnite
  • Another kid felt the need to let me know that his mum had 4 Fortnite wins while doing a crossword about Ancient Greek philosophers
  • Another one threw his shoe across the room and into the bin
  • A year 7 girl turned her chair upside down and sat in between the legs
  • One kid opened a meme that was airdropped to him while I was right behind him and he KNEW I was there (the sheer balls that takes)
  • A year 12 girl fell asleep under a table
  • A year 8 boy attempted to defend his choice of a verb (that was definitely NOT a verb) for a full 3 minutes
  • A kid put his sock on the face of the kid next to him
  • A kid just stood up and walked over to the wall. He had no objective, he just… walked…
  • And finally, a kid tried to cover up the fact that he called his friend an ‘asshole’ right infront of me by IMMEDIATELY following it up with ‘ear-hole, mouth-hole, nose-hole, face hole’. Nice save.

So, yeah. In conclusion, kids are weird and wonderful.


prioritising what makes me happy.


Okay. This post is addressed to myself because I need a stern talking to. Yes, you do. Stop saying your fine. You’ve felt how much tension there is in your own shoulders, so shut up.

2017 is almost over. Yeah, I don’t know where it went either. You need to make yourself a priority in 2018. You need to do things that make you happy.

Who fucking cares if you don’t have straight A’s? It’s university. Nobody cares about your grades. Do what you can, do what you have to but for the love of all that is holy, please, don’t JUST study. You can’t keep doing that.

Go out. See your friends. Go watch that movie you want to see.

Take a break. Read a book. Go for a walk.

Do what you’re passionate about. Write. Act. Sing. Be creative.

There are so many hours in the day. Stop spending them all studying and stressing about not studying. You’ll be fine. I promise. School is not ever more important than your happiness. So start acting like it.


adulthood: why the heck?

I’m an adult. Apparently. Somebody, somewhere, at some point in history, decided that being 18 makes me an adult. I guess I’m lucky I missed the ‘married-with-children-at-14-before-dying-of-the-common-cold’ window, but I’m still disillusioned.

Studying to be an educator has taught me one thing: we are putting bigger children in front of smaller children and hoping that the smaller ones turn into fully functioning humans within a few years because somebody taught them how to find the area of a triangle. This is a big joke. I am a big joke. Is anything real? What is the meaning of life? Why does looking at yoghurt make me feel weird?

Almost nothing has changed since I turned 18. I now have to give the government like $40 in taxes because I make no money, and I get to vote in a bullshit postal plebiscite on marriage equality. What a life.

I’m not even taking advantage of the fact that people expect my demographic to party. I get brunch once a week and go to the fricking library. A few weeks ago I got a 30 cent fine. That’s as wild as my life gets.

So what makes me an adult?

Is it just, like how many days you’ve been breathing because I don’t think that’s fair. Your body does that for you. Just because my heart has been beating for longer than someone else’s doesn’t make me more educated or more capable.

OH MY GOD. Is life like a video game? Like, with each year you get more XP and level up and then at 18 you, like, unlock all of the things. Then you get to go wild for like 5 years and then you just have to grind until you die. Well, that train of thought made me feel better.

Humans are weird. We create all of these rules that don’t really exist or come from anywhere. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad that society exists and doesn’t, you know, completely collapse, but where do some of them come from? It’s so odd.



Full disclosure I have no idea what that was and I think that it’s for the best if we never talk about this again.

So, yeah, like most of society’s rules I don’t understand adulthood. In three years they’re putting me in charge of the future of the world (Children. I’ll be teaching children. I’m not becoming President of the world. That’s a good idea actually. President Tara: Dabbing since it stopped being cool.) and I am literally still a child, except that people say that I’m an adult. I am not eloquent expressing my point but when do I ever.

People my age are getting married. They’re having sex. Actually, that’s pretty normal, I am just not doing that so it seems very mature (though I presume it’s mostly just messy?). They understand taxes. I still don’t understand how tax returns work. Why are they returning our tax? Don’t they, like, need that? For things??

Anyway, I am 1000% convinced that adulthood is a scam and a myth so let’s never call me an adult okay. I’m just a jumbo-sized child human. Thanks and good night to all of you people that don’t read my blog (and those that do, but like who are you and why are you here?).



how not to handle human rights: a lesson from down under.

Most people would know that Australia is running a non-binding voluntary postal survey on marriage equality (Yes, it is as stupid as it sounds). As someone who is mostly closeted and has only recently dismantled the many layers of denial and self-loathing necessary to even let myself identify with the bisexual label, I have some things to say.

This plebiscite is useless. It’s non-binding. So it’s basically a glorified Facebook survey run by a bunch of 14-year-olds about which High School Musical movie was the best (the answer is Senior Year. Fight me.). The government doesn’t have to do anything either way with the result. Nothing has to change.

This plebiscite is a waste of money. It’s costing the Australian government $122 million.  One ! Hundred! And! Twenty-Two! Million! Doll-ahhhhs! Do you know how much it costs to make a fricking decision in parliament when that’s your mother fricking job? NO DOLLARS. That $122 million-fricking-dollars could be used to help fund education, healthcare, transport, public services or any number of clearly far more important things. Heck, it could be used to fund diverse and inclusive sex-education or create safe spaces for LGBT+ youth. Instead, I’m writing this post, so…..

This plebiscite is being used to stall. The government has been avoiding this conversation and we’re at the point where so many other countries have done this that Australia really needs to make a change. Unfortunately, this is a discussion that most of the government doesn’t feel like having. It’s like they’re two teenagers who know that their dog took a shit on the floor and are just not talking about it or making eye contact because they figure if they wait long enough their parents will clean up for them.  They’re buying time, trying to find an excuse to say no. It’s cowardly.

Most of all, this plebiscite is so fricking offensive. These last few months my mental health has been worse than it has been in a long time. I’ve been pushed further into the closet. I am more fearful than ever that my country has no place for me.

I don’t consider myself a weak person. In fact, I would say I’m pretty strong. Weather the storm and so on. This plebiscite has shaken me more than I ever felt possible. My anger and frustration, the usual reactions to utter bullshit of a similar variety, were replaced with a pain in my chest and a rock in my stomach. This was new. I had no idea how to process this. It’s part of the reason that I’ve been very absent. It’s hard to think straight (haha because I’m not) when you feel completely empty.

This whole situation has shown a complete and utter disregard for the well-being of others. It has created opportunities for people to voice their hatred and ignorance loudly and publicly to the detriment of others. Look, I get that it’s ‘free speech’ or whatever, but it’s not nice that this creates platforms for crazy people to spread fake news, okay? Okay, good.

To others who feel hurt deeply by the way that their country is putting human rights to a popular vote: I am sorry. You deserve better. Just hold on.

To all the people who have had to hear family and friends spew homophobic nonsense: They’re wrong. You’re amazing as your true and authentic self.

This bullshit will have a lasting impact on the LGBT+ community in Australia. We will feel this pain for a long time. We may gather together in our rainbow gear and hold up signs and remind our friends to vote, but this disrespect and the toxic environment of othering is really hurting us.

I hope that we win this. I hope that marriage equality passes in Australia. To entertain the idea of the alternative is altogether too painful.

This post is a little out of character for me. Usually, when I talk politics I like to pretend I’m a late night TV host but I just can’t turn on the Colbert or the Corden tonight. Maybe someone will see this post and feel a little less alone. Maybe not. Regardless, this was something that I felt I had to say.

weird things customers have said in my bookshop #6

This story comes straight from the mouth of my manager.

So, a customer comes in and asks if we have “I Am Malala”. He takes the woman down to the section and says that there is the teen edition and the normal one.

She responds, “Oh great. So I can borrow these then?”

“Um, no. This isn’t a library.”

“So I have to buy them?”


“Oh, maybe I’ll think about it then. I didn’t know I had to buy it.”


silver stars by michael grant – a review.

When is the sequel better than the first? When it’s Silver Stars. That’s when.

I fugging love this series. See what I did there? I’m so funny and relatable. This is the second book in an alternate WWII YA series which follows a series of diverse female protagonists through their war experiences. I reviewed the first book here. The second book follows our girls; Rio, Frangie and Rainy, as the allied forces move into Sicily and then Italy.

I won’t say too much because of spoilers, duh. But I will say that this book topped the first which I didn’t think was possible. I love these characters. Michael Grant has a way of drawing you into the action. This is about as close to a war movie in book form as you can get. Like, most of the characters should be dead by now but I don’t care because I’m sure as hell happy that they’re alive. Well, the one’s that still are. That’s not a spoiler, it’s a war book, people die in wars.

The series isn’t always realistic. Like, most of the characters should be dead by now but I don’t care because I’m sure as hell happy that they’re alive. Well, the one’s that still are. That’s not a spoiler, it’s a war book, people die in wars. The ending was a little obvious but I loved it anyway so I’m not going to complain about it. That’s silly. My girls. Ah.

Rainy took on a much larger role in this book which was awesome to see. Even if I need to have serious words with Mr. Grant about the emotional turmoil that he puts me through as I read these books. It’s honestly not okay. I cried a lot reading this book. It isn’t even particularly sad, I just want to give everyone a hug and let them take a long nap, but alas, I am powerless to protect my children.

It isn’t very often that one comes across a YA book that makes you say ew. That doesn’t shy away from the reality of violence. The most you usually see is a little blood. Michael Grant makes you see how awful war is. He makes you feel it. I love him for it.

Honestly, this series that I picked up for a bit of a meme, just waiting for Grant to fail, has become one of my favourite series. Good job, Michael Grant, for making a YA novel that is bold and diverse, raw and honest. That doesn’t shy away from violence and sex. It’s pretty great.

One complaint. I am not Strand or Jack, and that is just simply not acceptable. Please fix this as soon as possible.