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.