Bouncin’ and Behavin’ Fuckery
There is NO Correlation Between Success and IQ
Our Wicked Games, #7: Lovestruck Stupor
Mizz Cherry is single. She lives alone. No children. She has three cats, Tee-Tee, Pee-Pee, and Poo-Poo, that keep her company. Mizz Cherry teaches economics at Washington High School in Lawrence, KS. She has been a teacher for a very long time. Mizz Cherry is full of opinions. She is stern and curt, not easily distracted. Once she is on a topic, she can be consistently persistent. She regards rules rigidly and has little patience for violators. She is particularly biased regarding the measurement of intelligence and its relation to money and success. She is not in favor of standardized tests.
Calvin is a senior at Washington High. Due to a series of unfortunate events beyond his control, he had been held back a year in his education, making him the oldest and one of the largest of his fellow classmates. He plays football for the high school football team, the Bears, and has been dubbed simply as “Bear” by his fellow teammates. Bear is cocky and he’s not all that bright. He is oblivious. But there is one special someone that makes him glassy-eyed and speechless…
Bear slouches at his desk in his Deadpool PJS and slides when he and the class hear the distinctive voice of Mizz Cherry as it follows a freshman down the hallway without a pass. The shrillness of her voice sends shivers up his spine. He momentarily comes out of his love-struck stupor as Mizz Cherry hurries into the classroom, her cheeks flushed with a drop or two of perspiration on her forehead.
“Why are you so late?” Calvin aka “Bear” asks.
For a moment, Mizz Cherry is confused. Is that a student asking her about her personal business? Her confusion turns into rage as she demands the name of the student who has the audacity to question her in her position of authority.
“Bear,” comes a voice from the class.
“Bear?!” She shrieks. “Which kind of bear?”
She demonstrates the difference between the bear with claws out (GRRR), bare as in naked, or Behr like the paint?
His reply: “Well, it’s not the paint…”
Mizz Cherry is aghast!!!
“Well, if you MUST know…”
She briefly explains that her Mini Cooper broke down on the way to school and had to be taken to the shop. She had to get a ride to school from the tow truck man…
“Well, if no one else has any other questions about my personal life…”
She glares at Bear. His emotionless gaze is incredibly irritating.
She turns to the board and proceeds with her lesson pointing out the statistics that clearly demonstrate how statistics are wrong. She slaps her stick on the board showing how there is absolutely NO correlation between IQ and success and income. She uses the genius Elon Musk as an example of someone with a high IQ who has obviously become very wealthy.
“It’s NOT because of his high IQ!”
She scans the classroom with her stick…
“Does anyone in here think he’s a genius?!”
Calvin is in a daze…
The slap of her stick strikes him back out of his stupor again momentarily…
He raises his hand.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Why??!” She shrieks. “Because some test shows it?!”
“Because my mama told me,” he says.
She glares at him.
“You think you’re smarter than anyone in the class, Calvin AKA Bear?!”
“You think you’re smarter than ME?? Because your MAMA told you??!”
“You think you have something to teach ME??!!”
Commentary:
The scenario stemmed from a real conversation I had with one of our friends who told me during a casual conversation about something I don’t remember that he was a genius. He’s a talker so he just breezed right through that part and kept talking about whatever we were talking about. Me, known for calling out the elephant in the room, stopped him and asked him to go back. I asked him to clarify that I heard him correctly. That he was a genius? He said something along the lines that yeah he had been told that by people before. I asked him if that meant he had actually been tested. He said well…no…but… He actually probably is a genius but that’s not the point. I think I made my point.
I had given Jack a hint before the scenario that he was going to be challenged so to prepare himself. His geeky self who must get all technical on everything until I remind him it’s a sex game and to just go with it. I wanted him to challenge me on the IQ part, the wealth relationship, and about statistics.
He was really tired that night and wasn’t quite as lively as I was. He wasn’t taking the bait no matter how hard I pushed it out there. Flaunting my thigh-highs from my high-slit skirt. Laying it out there for him. He stayed planted on the couch in his Deadpool PJs and slides until somehow, I managed to get his ass off the couch and take me like he wanted to. He was seriously in a daze. This was our seventh scenario, so we hadn’t perfected anything. I personally had a blast. I was so loud! And I kept slapping the stick on the big paper pad I had on an easel. Blank of course.
Ultimately, somehow it ended up with Bear sneaking Mizz Cherry into his apartment where his mom was passed out on the couch drunk with the TV on. That was about where things went off script and I had to take care of my poor sweepy man. He liked the stick, though.
It’s in our trophies.
