Sometimes I think

 Coming to boarding school at the age of 14 really confused me. I have my own friends at home, a bunch of people that I've met when I was 6 and had, somehow, managed to keep close to them. They were my everything. They meant so much to me that I'd never be able to tell anyone how I feel towards them. It is something I can't describe, no matter how hard I try. Then I got to Edinburgh, got into a new school, and met new people and made new friends. There, I was able to find people that sung the same melody as I did, liked the same things I did. And two years later, I changed school, went down south, and met even more people and made even more friends. And that confuses me. Why? Because I don't know if I have a best friend or not. In fact, I don't know if I ever had a best friend from the very first place. Growing up, I was an extroverted child, always meeting new people and making new friends. I have loads of people to talk to, and if I was in a school for long enough

cr. Sulfur Books Circe is a character I have admired in The Odyssey by Homer. Out of all the gods, heroes, and women we encounter in the epic poem, Circe always caught my eyes since the beginning. I've read and analysed her book in the poem numerous times over my three (approaching four) years in Classics lessons, and the deeper I delve into the story, the more I feel for her. And the emotions I feel whenever Circe is mentioned is, well, complicated.  Circe, a witch banished to Aeaea, brews potions to turn men into pigs. Wicked, huh? At first, I thought, how awful of her! What have those men done to her that she'd have to turn them into pigs? And it just gets worse. Circe is then presented as a hopeless woman, who is at her knees and begging Odysseus to go to bed with her since he managed to defy her spells. That's pathetic , I remember thinking. Why would she do that to her own pride? I was disgusted by her reaction, even more in disbelief when she took care, guided and