Monday, April 20th, 2009

Secondary school teachers watched in awe as a five-year old boy named Angelo Riva completed a test meant for students ten years his senior. Two people, the headmistress and the deputy head teacher (a man), watched from a window at the back of the room. "Are you sure he's capable of passing this test?" the deputy head muttered. He was relatively young man in his early thirties, but had far too many grey hairs.

"The psychologists who studied him are unanimous: this boy is a child genius. He should be fine," the headmistress reassured. She was a black lady with a tight bun and a tight suit to match. "Now how about we let the results speak for themselves and leave him alone?" With that, the two left and resumed whatever duties they were carrying out before. They had no idea what the little boy in that room doing the maths test was capable of.

"It's incredible! The boy has a perfect score! My best students aren't this good!" the teacher marking the boy's work exclaimed.

"Impossible! Let me see!" the deputy head remarked. Going over all the answers, even he had to admit he was perfect. This boy would go places when he was older, that was for certain. They decided to talk to him a little. He was a sweet, innocent looking little boy who got up when they came in to shake their hands. Polite little kid, the deputy head thought.

"Hello, sir, hello, ma'am," he greeted, looking nothing short of adorable. Both adults couldn't help but smile.

"Hello, Angelo," the headmistress greeted. "How did you find the test?"

"It wasn't as bad as I thought," he admitted. This was surprising. That was an advanced test for fifteen year olds. How was this five-year-old saying it wasn't as bad as he thought? "When will I get the results back?" Angelo asked.

"Not until tomorrow," the deputy head soothed. "Now, let's talk about you. What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"An inventor," the boy said confidently. "I want to make new things to make people's lives easier and help stop global warming. People are cutting down too many trees and driving cars that emit carbon dioxide that harms the environment and melts the polar ice caps. It's not good for the earth and I wanna do something to help."

"Such a noble cause," the head teacher gushed. "What's your favourite subject?"

"Science, but I prefer physics and chemistry best," Angelo told them. "It's interesting to me and I have to learn it so I can be an inventor and make cool stuff that helps everyone." Their hearts basically melted. This was a selfless, sweet boy before them.

"Don't you think that you're a little young to be doing something like this?" the deputy head asked. "Maybe you should wait a little while."

"But in a little while, it's going to get worse," Angelo told him. "If it can't be me, then who? And if it's not now, then when? And if I'm too young, then why don't you two do it?" The headmistress had a small smirk on her face as the deputy head fought the rising blush on his face. The kid looked sweet and innocent, but behind the cute face was a lot of nerve. This one was a fighter. He could tell.

"You have a very interesting way of looking at things, you know," the deputy head admitted, still a little flustered. "I hope to see you on the cover of a science magazine one day, Angelo."

"Thank you!" Angelo smiled, with absolutely no trace of the savagery of before.

"Little one, you can go now. Your parents are outside the office waiting for you," the head teacher told the little boy, subtly ending the interview.

"Thank you, and thank you for having me," Angelo said, as he pushed himself out of the chair and let himself out. The two adults watched him leave.

"That boy is headed for greatness," the deputy head thought aloud. "That there is pure genius."

"That may be, but even pure genius is destructive. After all, it was the brilliance of Einstein that led to the tragedies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki," the head teacher countered. "And there's no telling how it will be used."

"All we can do is wish him all the best in the future."

"Quite true."