Super-curricular
Congratulations, you've made it (or almost made it) to the end of term. Your brain is a soup, your planner looks like it survived a house fire, and it’s the season of reckoning with end of year results, wildly optimistic goal-setting, and remembering how to be a
Maths
A mathematical and scientific wander through the weirdness of Friday the 13th.
Super-curricular
June 6th deserves a pause. Not the poppy-emoji-on-stories kind. A proper pause — the kind where you stop, breathe, and realise this day changed everything. Because on this day in 1944, thousands of mostly young men (many the age of Year 13s) climbed into boats, planes and gliders, crossed the English
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I have stared into the abyss. The abyss has a name. It is SKÅRNVIK. It arrived in a toe-breakingly heavy IKEA-branded cardboard sarcophagus which seemed far too small to contain anything more ambitious than a sandwich. Yet, it promised a sleek, white monolith of drawers, quiet despair and my all-night
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Last Sunday, while over 50,000 people ran the London Marathon, I completed a much shorter (and lazier) event: the “Watch-Athon.” Cuppa? Check. Curious brain? Double check. Admiration? Absolutely. And no intention of joining in. I hate running. If you see me sprinting, call for help — I’m either being
Physics
Saturday night. The frost was biting through my boots, and the thermometer mocked me: -4°C. Usually, this makes me utterly miserable. But, instead of complaining (okay, maybe I complained a little), we stood there, huddled together, shivering and captivated by the sky. Four planets—Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, and Mars—