In my final years of high school, my careers guidance counsellor begged me to at least put down an arts degree as an option, in case I didn’t get into any of the music courses I applied to. My English teacher said it was a shame I wasn’t going to study writing. My maths teacher said I’d regret not studying maths after Year 10.
I stubbornly ignored them all, putting every music course in the state down one after the other, pointedly placing the doomed arts degree dead last on my list of preferences. I’m not sure why my
