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Session 5, Week 13
What would I tell my teenage self. Oh. Well. A girl taller than her classmates, even the male ones, who could ride a broom with the same effortless ease that most can't manage walking, and a head for the arts they often denied children. I can imagine what most would want me to say to her.
Slow down. Take your time. Don't touch that. Those words aren't meant for human ears, or witches.
I know the words because I've heard them time and time again. Spoken to me by my parents, by my professors. All my life I was told to stop doing that, don't ask that. So what would I say to myself?
Keep going. Try hard. You deserve all of the knowledge you can learn.
Oh, and don't give up on her. Never give up. She will be there again.
Slow down. Take your time. Don't touch that. Those words aren't meant for human ears, or witches.
I know the words because I've heard them time and time again. Spoken to me by my parents, by my professors. All my life I was told to stop doing that, don't ask that. So what would I say to myself?
Keep going. Try hard. You deserve all of the knowledge you can learn.
Oh, and don't give up on her. Never give up. She will be there again.