After nearly a decade as a pen for hire, Rachael is trying to rediscover and empower her creative voice.
It was that easy.
A small wait in line. A quick conversation. Just like that I was a student, Victoria University enrolled in a BA. Gone was the LLB.
For the previous three years, I had put in a half-assed effort in an attempt at passive failure, which is much harder than you’d expect.
But, after Grandpa died, I removed myself, actively.
It wasn’t until he was gone, that I realised I’d been avoiding seeing the disappointment in his eyes.
Escaping his abusive father and the poverty of his Northland up-bringing, he trained as a bomber pilot in Canada during the Second World War. The opportunity sweetened by the government’s promise that veterans could access a university education.
Divorced and grounded he returned to discover a degree was no longer on the table. His working life was spent as a carpenter and groundsman. His evenings and weekends spent in the workshop inventing.
Validation came, the day his eldest grandchild, his wee lassie, left for Law School.
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