There was a long-expected letter sitting among the pile of supermarket leaflets (can’t believe how is this still so popular in Denmark). It was from a clinic confirming the date of the doctor’s appointment for my daughter. A regular letter, but with one, a big difference from any other communication. The letter was addressed to her. She was two years old. In the past, living …
I was holding the paper with my math exam with the biggest shock in my life. Zero points. I answered correctly all the questions. Teacher’s note across all of them: you used the wrong methods. I have never been so puzzled in my 15-year-old life. I just started high school, and joined a class with a mathematical specialty, I qualified for it two years ahead …
‘You are never going to get promoted if you keep dressing like that.’ I was told in my first job by my manager (also a woman). How did I dress like? (I am sure your imagination went wild here already, picturing me in a dino costume or something of the kind.) I have always been a geeky kid, with very little sense of fashion. So …
I was never a sporty child. Not for the lack of trying. I tried as hard as I could, but it just never came to me naturally. I was slow. I wasn’t flexible. I was weak. I was clumsy. I was short (that one is true till now, cannot cheat the genes here). Feistiness and strong will took me only as far as not to …