In September last year, I wrote a piece about the safety of women and how they are treated in a school environment:…
At the age of 13, I dreaded one class like no other. Why? Because every time I walked in, boys asked if…
I'm at a party. I only know the host. I decide to start to chat to a boy there. He's friendly and we talk for a while. When it's time for me to leave, I bid goodbye to him and I give my friend and her mother a quick hug and turn to leave, when