At the Ned Kelly Memorial School, I excelled in Sums, Needlework, Writing and Copying. At five, I sat beside Eric Ponting, who was much better at Sums than I was, in order to look over his shoulder and copy his answers. Mrs Ponds told me my behaviour was wrong and that I must work out the answer myself. “But Ponting always has the true answer,” I replied. “And the truth should be available to all, especially me. Or are you saying we should spend our lives being satisfied with half-truths?” She gave me a clip round the ear and called me a mouthy little drongo, but I could tell my classmates were impressed.