I really would not be able to survive a single day without applying Pythagoras!!! I might even change my username to Hypotenuse.
The teacher turning up at the doorstep, yeah, right. That is another film scene set in a
preferably Northern industrial setting, Miss Monroe working in a factory and SB as a gifted child and a very dedicated teacher who walks along a cobbled street to drop off books, knocking at the door "Miss?! It is Miss Cunningham, SB's teacher. I thought I'd give you those...your SB is a lovely and talented fella, I know you are not able to read and write and only know Pythagoras, but this might help him."
Miss Cunningham stood on the doorstep, trembling with excitement, hardly able to contain her emotions.
Jack was full of trepidation as she opened the door, frightened that it was a debt collector, did she mention she had previously had debts? She let out a sigh of relief when she realised it was small boy's teacher, not some burly bailiff, she said quietly "what can have possibly brought you to our door in the middle of a pandemic?".
Miss Cunningham looked at Jack and with tears in her eyes said "The staff at the school have had a meeting and I was asked to come around and convey the most amazing news."
"What can it possibly be?" Jack said fearful that the news might be something that will have her screeching, sobbing and clawing at the floor.
"Don't look so concerned" said Miss Cunningham "your small boy has been diagnosed as gifted"
Jack smiled wryly "is that all?" she said "I was diagnosed gifted at a much younger age" and then went on to bore Miss Cunningham to death with her stories of her dead granddad and dusty aunt Helen.