My journey through education has been an up and down affair. As a student who was fairly academic and enjoyed almost all subjects my primary education was pretty uneventful, but I did hint at things to come in my final few months when my teacher, who that year wrote on my report that I didn’t suffer fools gladly, started acting, in my opinion, like a fool and so I decided I had had enough, as I was done for the day, and I was just going to walk home. This signaled the start of an escalatory mismatch between my uncompromising personality and the stifling inflexiblity of the education system that I found myself in. Inevitably that meant an increasing amount of detentions and suspensions before being finally expelled. But in some sense that day when Matthew Teal and I had a fracas in the coatroom and Mrs Lloyd took his side is a metaphor; in a sense I have been trying to bring my education back home ever since.