The Lowdown

Now that I’ve exposed this blog for what it really is and what it will be trying to accomplish, you may find yourself asking, “What is it that turns a relatively stable individual, who doesn’t spend their days behind two-inch thick glasses hiding in the dark recesses of a library, want to write a history blog?” Well, dear reader, you’ve come to the right (digital) page to find out just that.

As a mature, 20 something year old, who has long left behind the hormone-filled haze that is ‘The High School Years’, it’s a painful process to have to step back into those shoes to provide you with an answer. Yes, my love of all things historic can be traced back to something as relatively recent (no matter how much I deny it) as a high school class.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. In your mind you’ve create a scenario where a young, enthusiastic, possibly blond haired teacher transforms history from a dull lifeless subject, into one of excitement and possibility.

In reality, my history teacher was an overweight, greying, 40 year old with a penchant for short shorts and knee socks and would on occasion, hurl scrunched up pieces of paper at students. He also had a habit of reprimanding students (and teachers) in the most politically incorrect metaphors and carried a metre long ruler to slam against the occasional desk. No student of his turned up late, skipped class or let their eyes stray from the front of the room. Even the ‘cool’ kids could be seen frantically scribbling out their homework at recess, for third period History.

In the two years that I took it, I have never been as equally terrified and excited for an hour’s lesson. No, my teacher wasn’t sweet, petite or in any way approachable, but he was certainly enthusiastic. We covered topics from; Nazi Germany, the Russian Revolution to Prohibition America, and he always went that extra mile to make sure lessons were packed full of interesting (and quirky!) tidbits.

Most importantly though, for the first time in my life I became aware of the enormity of the world we live in and the people we have shared it with. Every time I’m introduced to a new topic I imagine a million intertwined stories spread out like a web before me, just waiting to be discovered and explored; far more riveting than any book on wizards or deranged playboys, because these stories are real and are a testament to what ordinary human beings can survive and achieve.


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