Time for a Sad Excuse

In the past six months, I haven’t posted nearly as many blogposts as I meant to. The reason I failed to post consistently, is because the past 10 months have been extremely stressful to me. I made the tough decision to switch from university to college, because I lost all motivation to still make uni work. Instead, I pursued what had been my goal all along anyway: I started a teacher training. It should have been a nice change, and it was, but it was probably also the most anxiety-filled year I have ever lived.


The Big 2

As some of you may know, I turned 20 in September. Yes, it’s true – I have been on this world for two full decades, and it feels like a  lifetime (though that’s probably because to me it actually is). It’s now been five months since that dreadful day, and I have found that 20 is probably the most confusing age to be. Am I a responsible adult? Am I an impulsive teenager? WHO KNOWS, NOT ME.

The Value of Entertainment in History

Last Friday I visited the Archéosite d’Aubéchies, an experimental archaeology site where they rebuilt homes and objects from the bronze age up until the Gallo-Roman one, using mostly the same techniques as people used back then. We hadn’t even entered the site when our teacher told us that there were many parks like this, but not all had the same scientific value. With a hint of disapproval in her voice, she told us that many were more like amusement parks, focusing solely on the entertainment of visitors by history and not really on the actual historical aspects of the projects. I don’t believe that is something to disapprove of.

From Celtic History to Princess Gowns

We’re two weeks into October, and I’ve already seen at least three people wearing Christmas sweaters. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all into some Christmas spirit, but it seems to me that those people are forgetting something even more amazing: Halloween. My favourite holiday of the year. Why, you ask? It’s simple.