MY TEACHER NEARLY RUINED MYLIFE
Thrusting my hand up into the air enthusiastically, I smiled at my teacher, hoping he’d pick me out of a handful of other girls in my class. It was the late 80s, I was 11, and for weeks, we’d been feeding worms as an experiment to find out about them and, always curious, I’d enjoyed every minute.
‘I DID MY BEST TO PRETEND I WASN’T BOTHERED’
My teacher had asked who wanted to feed them, and I hoped he’d pick me. He looked over, his bushy eyebrows furrowed into a mocking frown. ‘No, Lizi, you’re not feeding them, we need
