“The number will not be high. It is going to be pretty low.”
I find it funny this has to be stated both ways, as if my own personal IQ is not high, and pretty low, and I wouldn’t understand this news said only once; or, as if this news is so incredulous, it must be reaffirmed.
It isn’t incredulous news — it isn’t even news — but the school psychologist delivering this two-headed summary of my son’s intelligence couldn’t have intimated either of these things, having met me and my son just weeks before. He’s uneasy, busy with a lot of bodily readjustment, as if he hopes the words might…