Me: How did your Maths test go today?

Daughter: It went OK actually.

Me: I’m really pleased. You always work so hard.

Daughter: Whatever the outcome I’ll be fine.

Who is this sanguine, enlightened teen?

Daughter: I know because…

She’s effervescence in motion…so self assured…

Daughter: You don’t actually need Maths GCSE to be a stripper.