Read attentively the script of a conversation between a woman talking to a journalist about her school days.

Journalist: How old are you in the photograph, Linda?

Linda: Twelve or thirteen, I think.

Journalist: ..........................................................................?

Linda: Not really.

Journalist: Why not?

Linda: Because I didn’t like any of the subjects. Well, that’s not quite true, I liked English, but that was the only lesson I used to look forward to. I didn’t like maths, didn’t like science at all, and I hated PE. I used to argue with the PE teacher all the time. She used to make us do impossible things, things we couldn’t do, like climbing ropes and jumping over the horse. I think she just wanted to humiliate us.

Journalist: Were you a “good girl” at school ?

Linda: It depends what you mean by ‘good’. I didn’t smoke, I didn’t use to write graffiti on the walls or anything like that. But I was a bit of a rebel. I used to break rules all the time, and of course the teachers didn’t like that.

Journalist: What sort of rules did you break?

Linda: Well, for example the school was very strict about the school uniform – we had to wear a blue skirt, the skirt had to cover our knees. I used to make the skirt shorter. And then I sometimes used to wear blue socks and a black sweater, like in the photograph instead of a grey sweater, and grey socks. The teachers used to go berserk, really pissed; I just thought it was daft.