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It’s 2008, parents evening. I’m ushering my mum away from my French teacher because I know I’ll get an earful. It’s been the same story: “She’s very clever, and has so much potential, if only she just stopped talking, concentrated and gave up the class clown act.” French was particularly bad. I’d make my own entertainment by winding up the class. I was sent out to count the bricks in the hallway and write lines almost every lesson.The only thing I was interested in doing when I was older was bei…
9 months ago