Squaring circle time

I stood on the stage holding my spear. A bit part. Mary and Joseph held centre stage, and the narrator’s voice boomed around us. Like many primary school heroes, Joseph ended up in jail, and Mary became a teen mother. I was an academic nobody, with no label of dyslexia and no classroom assistant. But I could tell a joke, was good at conkers and football cards, and would stick up for my friends. We didn’t try to punch the teacher, and in turn teachers tried their …