I was going to do coding. Mum was dead happy. She’d been one of those first “girls that code” and loved the idea of me becoming a proper “hacker” as he kept calling it. She picked a school where I could do programming, get the qualifications. But now she’s all: “forget it, do languages!” She’s convinced all the new jobs are in languages, not coding languages – what would you call them? Communication languages. So now she’s always sticking her head around my door, not checking I’m building arguments but rather having them. “Have you practised your whispering?” She nags.