the boron narratives

Monday, April 05, 2004

listening to: ben folds five, smoke

so i was thinking today in stats (*gasp* thinking?) and i decided that now i would blog about it. because god knows i don't have half a play to read for tomorrow and some stuff to write for tonight and like, 3 hours of meetings and...

so clearly i need to blog.

anyway. so before stats today i was sitting in the lab, checking plans or something, and this girl comes up to me and says, "hey, i know you're the smartest person in this class, so what did you get for this question?" and i was like... *blinks audibly* (and as it turns out i hadn't actually done that problem.) but. agh. i don't think i'm the smartest person in our stats class and i'm not really sure how anyone would have gotten that impression-- i don't talk that much, and i mean, i do well on the exams but i don't know how she would have known that, since professor kamp doesn't post a list of class scores or anything. *frowl* so, i'm not really sure how to talk about this without coming off as some horrible, whiny, pretentious, evil person. but: it sucks being the smartest kid in the class. (i still maintain that i'm not the smartest kid in my stats class. but i've been there.) really, it sucks. everyone hates you. no, don't deny it, i hate the smartest kid in the class too (when it's not me.) your teachers call on you when no one else knows the answer and if you were spacing out or say something dumb, you get the look. and i mean, i'm not saying that there aren't plusses. like the smartest kid in the class can get away with a lot of shit, this i know.

in other news: constantine is a tool, i almost officially have a new roommate, and... someone tell me something funny about martha stewart.

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