Freedom of the Mind

I just wrote my english exam today.
You know that feeling? How when you haven't written huge amounts in a long time, you somehow just 'forget' how to write?

I got that today. It was so ridiculous.

My hand ached for a good two hours. Then I had to run and was almost late for my maths exam. Which I'm pretty sure I bombed. But I shall reserve judgement and pray for the best. No exams has ever gotten the better of me...and I won't let it now!

So in the course of my wandering, I headed over to the TCKid website. It's been a while since I thoroughly explored it...and the new changes make it look amazing! Unfortunately my technological illiteracy means that I'll have to spend hours toggling all the links to figure out just how it works properly...
But I found this passage on one of the discussion topics:

If you consider where your sense of self has always been located—in the idea of roots, the idea of coming from a place, the idea of inhabiting a kind of language which you have in common and the kind of social convention within which you live—what happens to the migrants is that they lose all three. They lose the place. They lose the language and they lose the social conventions and they find themselves in a new place with a new language—and so they have to reinvent the sense of the self. This is, after all, the century of the migrant as well as the century of the Bomb; there have never been so many people who ended up elsewhere than where they began, whether by choice or by necessity. And so perhaps that’s the source from which this kind of reconstruction can begin. People who are no longer caught in the old definition of the self, but capable of making new ones.‘

Excerpted from Imaginary Homelands

After going through my english exam, the passage made sense. My mind is in analytical mode right now. I need to destress and allow my cells to rewire itself back to normal functioning mode.

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