THE sun rose and the birds sang; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was a typical school day — Future Life for breakfast and a bag full of books. My arrival at school was prompt. I was prepared for another day “in the office”, full of numbers and words. Prepared — yes — prepared? Our work, written on the board, was ignored and quite possibly erased. Somewhere to my right a plot seemed to be thickening. Ideas were being thrown around. There were nods of approval and shakes of disagreement. One idea stood its ground; it seemed crazy, risky and caused major excitement. To be honest, many of us were sold on “crazy”.