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immediately. His demand was instantly met as 30 excited pupils came tearing through the school to tell me that my boyfriend was outside wanting to see me. I suppressed a smile and headed out to the two mean-looking hoods. Bobby just looked nasty and angry, while Simon had a chipped tooth, evil-looking beard, six-pack abs and an absolute foul-mouth. I felt like the Pied Piper of Hamelin as the 30 followed me back out to the fence to watch the re-union. Most of these kids had led very sheltered lives and would never have had any dealings with the likes of Simon . They stood gaping as I shot the breeze. Although Simon and I had broken up by this stage we were still good friends.
    The visit worked wonders for my status in school. Now people sought me out because I was crazy and fun. A new circle of friends followed me around and I soon corrupted the lot of them. Once again I led the way in partying and encouraged them to drink and smoke grass, strip and lose their virginity. I even encouraged a few to come out of the closet. I’m sure I was the teachers’ worse nightmare, heightened considerably by my newfound popularity.
    I suppose it was only a matter of time before I was suspended. I got into a fight with another girl, who was actually one of my best friends. We started ribbing one another, then pushing and shoving, then pulling hair and kicking in a frenzy. We managed to rip off each other’s uniforms, down to our panties, and I wasn’t wearing a bra. We were both sent home in a taxi to our parents, suspended for six days. I was in my gym uniform since the other one was in tatters. My parents had to pay the taxi fair and I thought it was all great fun.
    After a year and a half of paying outlandish fees to the private school, my parents finally conceded defeat and I was back in public school. Strangely enough the private school never really gave me much trouble no matter what I did, until a few years later when I returned to the school to show them that I had grown into a relatively normal adult. The teachers were stunned to see the difference in me and I was acutely embarrassed when they recalled my youthful misdemeanours. I was living proof that miracles do happen. However, it was a bit of shock when the school later phoned my family and told them that I was welcome to visit any time but that they could not allow me to hand out Christian literature or talk about God to the pupils. And this was a Christian school!

Chapter Two
    It was inevitable that things had to change for me. I was lost in my own little world, and I needed something to bring me back to reality and save me from myself.
    I had had an epiphany. The year was 1977 and I was ready for a change. I spent the school summer break working part-time and had amassed quite a fortune. Some of my friends and I decided to pool our resources and finish the break with a couple of weeks by the sea. We got drunk and stoned every day. I did a lot of LSD and was tripping the light fantastic and having incredible revelations. One night we went to see a movie showing Jimi Hendrix in concert and I started to think about the world we lived in: why was there war and hatred? What are we here for? The more I tried to drown out these questions in booze and drugs the louder they got in my head, and the more depressed I got.
    I was looking for meaning and was reviewing my belief system. I believed that everyone had a reason for being, a destiny that they had to pursue. What was mine? I was desperate for direction, to find something that I could commit to. I was looking for a cause, and had even tried being a vegetarian but after seven days I had a burger, so that wasn’t it. When I thought of another year in school, interspersed with drunken parties and my twisted social antics, it made me feel hollow. I was burnt out. And at such a young age. I cut short my beach holiday and headed home, where my depression deepened. I couldn’t even drink or enjoy a joint.
    I called over to a