I wrote most of this a few months ago, post-brexit and very angry.
I turned on Radio 4 as soon as i woke up to discover the news. Britain had voted to leave the European Union.
Still lying in bed, I cried. I cried for myself, for my generation, for my future but also for the millions of others who haven't realised the consequences of their decision.
Later on, I hysterically cried in anguish (I also had a bad day, it wasn't just brexit) over the sheer lack of control or power myself and my peers had over this decision. Our future hadn't been taken away from us, but worse; shaped so distortedly that we could no longer recognise it and call it our own.
A few months ago I was lucky enough to travel to the European Parliament in Strasbourg with school. There, not only did i realise how but I met other young Europeans who have experienced the effects of the refugee crisis firsthand, in their own neighbourhoods, They believed that the way to find a solution and move forward was through solidarity with the rest of Europe. Not by stepping into the unknown, reaching into darkness for an answer, as this nation seemed to think was the best option.
All those wonderful, inspiring and vibrant people we met - we are not a part of their future anymore
Worse still, the effect the referendum will have on the already monolinguistic sentiment in Britain, a sentiment which sadly dominates the education system. Languages and language-learning now seem like a luxury, rather than the cultural and communicative necessity that they they truly are.
In post-Brexit Britain am I still considered a young European? How will this change our future? What does Brexit really mean? No one knows.
some frankly shockin stats surrounding immigration
Two protests I attended, one in my hometown, one in London.