ABSTRACT
When I was a little girl at primary school, my headmaster stood me in front of the whole school. He shouted at me for everyone to hear: ‘You’re stupid! Un-teachable! If I had my way, you’d be out working, not wasting tax-payers’ money in school!’ I hung my head, shamed, unable to express myself. I was not emotionally intelligent. With hindsight
and years later, I realised that neither was he.
