PROOF THERE ARE SMART FRAT BOYS
One of the frat boy friends and I were G chatting yesterday afternoon– I was typing frantically to stay awake and kept accidentally bringing up prostitution and oral sex. We did settle on an appropriate conversation about job hunting and his general intelligence mid-day. Proof he is wicked smart:
Danny: I use words like precipitously in casual, drunken conversation.
I had to google it, so obviously Danny is a show off.
I am a crap test taker and scored amazingly low on my SAT Verbal– partially because I didn’t care and partially because I didn’t study for more than 10 minutes despite what I swore to my mother. I was of the if-it’s-meant-to-be-it-will-be approach to applying to college– a theory which encompassed standardized testing, my GPA, all required essays and not trying very hard. My mother couldn’t figure out how someone who read as much as I did could know so very few words and their definitions, as suggested by the SATs, but being that I fell asleep during the PSATs (I didn’t know it was an important thing!) I was not surprised whatsoever. God bless dictionaries.
YOU SHOULD SEE ME DO MATH
Borrowing when subtracting– I just didn’t get it. If the problem was higher than the amount of fingers I had attached to my person, I simply switched them. 31 – 9 in my mind was changed from 39 – 1 because everyone that nine was a bigger number and you could not take 9 away from 1. I distinctly remember thinking how silly the grown-up authors were because they told me I couldn’t use a calculator and I obviously don’t have enough fingers to count from 9 to 31 and you can’t take away 9 from 1, so they must have screwed it up. Right? And then I had to redo the entire chapter.