On Thursday morning, I received a confusing text message.

Not confusing in that I couldn’t understand it, like when young people wear complicated pants – but confusing in the sense that I couldn’t believe it.

A teacher I know informed me I was in this year’s HSC exam , with two accompanying photos. One was of an essay I wrote about my favourite childhood superhero, She-Ra – the other a blank lined sheet with a prompt: “ How does Fidge explore the impact of role models in her childhood?”

Once the initial questions of “has her account been hacked in order to flatter me before requesting several hundred Bitcoins?” and “is the plural of Bitcoin Bitcoin?” and “there’s been a huge mistake” (not really a question) left my mind, I did what many others would do: I allowed myself three to

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