The Critical Mind

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I think I remember being told to grow up. To pay attention. To learn. To peel back the curtain and ponder the other side. Now I can see class divisions in a flat white, discrimination in a pepper shaker, injustices lurking within the walls. My year 10 visual art teacher told me to ‘foster my critical mind’ and I think about those words often. I wonder what horrors she must endure every morning. What catastrophes she hears from her porridge.

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