The Student Card
A typo almost ruins a fresh start.
Growing up, I always wanted to be like my brothers. I had two older brothers. I was the daughter my mother wished for. Sadly, her wish only came partially true. I remember my mother discussing me with the other mums. “She’s just a tomboy. It’s just a phase she’s going through.” And then there were the arguments. “No, girls play with dolls, not guns," or, “Don’t play in the mud, you’ll get your dress dirty.” And my all-ti...