My first day in the office was no longer than a month ago. And no, it is not an extravagant office with long-sash windows keeping out the formidable sun. Instead, it’s a crusty office and that’s exactly what I need. It’s the crust in these crevasses above my head as I write this editorial that serves a purpose. The crust talks to me. Yes, it does. It beckons me to think of you, the students. 

 

In many respects, I get to control what you see, read, and hear without having the title of a dictator. This is especially scary given it seems nations crumble in the presence of dictatorships. I promise Nexus won’t crumble, I love Nexus.

 

At this point in time, the crusted wall to the left etches me on to tell you a few things about myself. I submit to their will. Before I note my hobbies you should know I take a personal approach. Again, that is something scary since I’m the face of Nexus… it’s taking what I think is the most prominent part of myself (that soft quietness) and having to put it to the side to share my thoughts with you all. 

 

So for one, I do archery (no seriously, archery is one of my favourite hobbies and I started doing it before the Hunger Games came out at the cinemas). 

For another, I teach a few dance lessons back home with my mum. To clarify, I love to teach beginners ballet and contemporary. Teaching dance alongside my mum is something I hold so dear to my heart. 

And lastly to what I hope is most clear is that I like to write. But before I write anything further I must say I honestly don’t think I’m a great writer. This belief goes back to when I was reading a particular book at school in Italy. The book ‘You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense’ is one of my favourites, even the title tells a story. And within this book, the author touches on something that I have thought about every day since. He wrote, ‘the problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence. With regards to writing, I think the greatest writers among us are inherently doubtful. Or maybe this is just confirmation bias to comfort my own writing doubts. Have your say in that won’t you?

 

Although I like writing I still ask myself how I got into this position. I was a first-year student only five months ago. It wasn’t my intention to have my thoughts and wishes plastered on a magazine for the whole of Waikato to read. Through this, funnily enough, I’ve found what I both love and hate- or rather it found me- and I’m going to let it kill me. I’ll sit in this crusty office for several months and think of you. You don’t have to reciprocate it. But it would be nice to read the new Nexus which has been conjured up from me to you. 

 

Happy O’Week!