Margo sat in the principal’s office crying. It wasn’t the first time. Mr. Pikins asked her what her brilliant mind found so disturbing about math class today. “Infinity.” She sobbed. “It’s so big, and non enumerable!”
Mr. Pikins envied once again the principles at regular schools, where kids weren’t too smart for their own good. Working with gifted kids was not a reward. It was a punishment. He rubbed the school board the wrong way one time too many.
Mr. Pikins asked Margo if she wanted a shot of tequila. Fortunately she laughed. A risky joke, but often quite effective.