I’m Elle.  I’m nineteen.  I’m gay but I look straight, which causes me no end of problems.  I’ve tried writing a journal, but it didn’t work because i couldn’t strike a balance between writing for myself and writing for an imaginary reader.  Problem solved – the reader is no longer imaginary.  I’m a fresher at a uni in England, though much like Cecile I can’t find the motivation to work: there are far more interesting things to do than mechanics.  I went to India recently, and I didn’t ‘find myself’, whole and ready formed, but instead I found a part I hadn’t seen in such clear light before.  It wasn’t pretty; I discovered I’m a lazy teacher, I lie, and I procrastinate like nobody’s business.  I won’t deny my paternal attitude to particular parts of Indian life (I’m trying to change it, and wouldn’t admit it openly though there’s no point lying about it here), but I did learn something about my prejudices here at home.

Two rules to start this blog: an entry a day, and no cheesy ‘well I suppose that’s life’ sign offs.  Done.