It’s my last day of writing for the year, so I’m going to try keep this one quick – it was knocked out over three hours, so I hope you can forgive me if it’s a bit clumsier than my usual writing. For some strange reason, one of the few clear memories I have from growing up in Malaysia is a particular moment when I was seven years old. It was the first day of school for the year, and I was studying at Sekolah Kebangsaan Batu Lanchang, which in English is “Batu Lanchang National School”. When y...
No comments yet. Log in to discuss on the Fediverse