Years ago, at the first session of a two-year course, thirty of us stood in the middle of a high ceilinged, classically styled room.
“I am one of you," or why do we find it so hard to admit that we belong somewhere?
“I am one of you," or why do we find it so…
“I am one of you," or why do we find it so hard to admit that we belong somewhere?
Years ago, at the first session of a two-year course, thirty of us stood in the middle of a high ceilinged, classically styled room.