I had a serious moment of internal intellectual snobbery yesterday and I feel kind of bad about it.
A friend of mine stopped by the library and said she would be subbing in one of our old high school English classes. She was disappointed that they'd just be watching a movie, but cheered up when the teacher told her they were watching Pride & Prejudice. (Which we read when we had the class.) "I know that book like the back of my hand!" she said. She also told her brother he'd better be nice to her or she wouldn't give him any help. Because the book is hard and, like, 62 chapters long!
Meanwhile, I'm thinking wait, didn't it take you five years to read that book the first time? (It did.) And also, in the grand scheme of things, P&P is not that long. Or that hard.
But that could just be me.
I don't think she sees it the same way I do. And I kinda want to be a child and stomp my feet and go, "I knew it like the back of my hand first!" Which is true. I did. The teacher knew this at the time, too, which is why she and I cracked up when I randomly got the vocabulary test at the end of the unit. Of all the people that were ready to pick apart character and structure, what do I get? Vocab. Easy peasy.
Some days I feel like people think I'm smarter than I really am. (I am good at faking.) Yesterday was one of those days I wanted to have a debate and smush people with my intellect.
And some days my kneejerk reaction is to be contrary to everyone. :)
Anyhoo. Back to school board. Budgets and audits and bonds, oh my!
