Musings of a Perfectionist

On Monday, I went to an after school taster day at a Sixth Form College, and I tried an amazing lesson of English Lit/Lang, as well as a wonderful Physics lesson. Basically, we were looking at the topic of waves (interestingly, something that I have not studied before) and our teacher gave us some equipment to calculate the speed of light: a microwave without the rotating plate thingy, a normal ceramic plate, and a bar of chocolate. Interesting, right? Anyway, we were supposed to place the chocolate on the plate, then put it in the microwave. Because it was not rotating, the waves hit two points, and therefore burnt (slightly) two points on the bar. If we measured this distance and multiplied it by the frequency of the microwave, we would have a rough estimate of the speed of light. Oooh, science. And, by the way, *Do try this at home☺️ So, in our little group, we put the chocolate in the microwave and I turned it on (to 30 minutes because I don't understand h...

She clutches the bear closer to her chest, nuzzling its soft fur with her nose. It still holds the faintest scent of her family, of her home. She keeps her nose buried in the fur, trying to hold onto hazy memories of warmth, of laughter, of joy but they keep blurring back into the ugly, twisted remains of her house in front of her. Terrible shame , they all had said. When it happened. What a terrible shame. She agreed with them, but it was so much more than a shame. It did not matter to her that the bricks and debris would have to be cleared away in order for a new house to be built on top, that new plants would need to be cultivated and grown for the place to seem alive again. None of this mattered to her as she stood on what would have been the doorstep, staring numbly at the blackness and desolation. Tears blind her, stinging her eyes before dribbling down her cheeks. They mix with the rain, and she only cries harder. It’s no good now , she wanted to scream. The fir...