Being able to twist and tame words into a few poignant phrases can wring tears from even the toughest of hearts. That’s what I care about. That’s why I’m here.
The concentrated tapping of the keyboard, so typical of an office, fills my ears as I sit at the desk of some absent employee. Something is urgently beeping in the background and the hushed laughter of a shared joke is barely audible over the constant tap.
Someone looks around the carpeted floor, probably in search of those damn staplers that never stay where you last saw them. Just another day at the office.
Except it’s not. I’m a Year 10 student and this constant tapping is eating at me. Why is there a high school student in an office? Work experience. I’m here at the A•STAR website headquarters within the University of Sydney.
So, why here exactly? I’m here in this moment because I hold a passion for all things rhetorical and have a vague inkling that journalism and media may be something I’d want to pursue in university.
So this is my first task, to write something about myself.
My high school years are currently passing at Auburn Girls high school. I’ve always enjoyed it and however cliché it may sound, I’ve discovered who I am in the midst of friends, teachers, debates and a collective hate for doing any kind of examination.
It was in high school that I realised the wonderful world of books and my budding love grew to encompass writing as well. I also realised that I hated math enough to not even continue it in my senior years, but let’s not dwell on that (very painfully boring) subject.
I’m a self-confessed romantic nursing a chronic case of wanderlust, losing my thoughts in pointless meanderings and getting the teacher frustrated when I’m unable to pay attention. I’m also an avid communicator. I enjoy talking to people and expressing myself and I find that writing is one of the most effective ways to do so.
I’m often asked why I stick my nose in book after book, devouring each one within a week. My answer has always been a pitiful shake of the head, followed by a deep sigh of resignation.
How do I make these peasants understand?
Writing conveys emotion at its most raw. A book or poem isn’t just a bundle of ‘and then’ or ‘she said’, they are forms of art because through them you can break the boundaries of reality and experience things you’ve never felt before. Writing allows you to express issues and problems in way that makes people want to stand up and shout in defiance.
That’s why I read. That’s why I write.
When I’m not reading I’m probably talking to someone or watching a film. You might find me in the kitchen snacking on something I shouldn’t. I could probably go on about the importance of recreational snack breaks and its positive influence on increased productivity, but I think I’ll spare you the details.