but it might sound like I am for a minute here. But never fear, I have been brought back to my appropriate place in the world.
I have always felt like a relatively intelligent individual (in spite of my inability to use an apostrophe correctly in the contraction of its and it's - of this inadequacy, I am often reminded).
School was always work, but rarely was it really hard. Plus it was something I enjoyed, so that made it easier too.
Here I am at my college graduation.
Please note: a college degree in no way assures that an individual will be classified as a relatively intelligent. Just FYI.
So in light of my classification as "a relatively intelligent individual", I decided it would be a wise decision to take a class this semester called Seminar in American Literature 1850 - 1920. Doesn't so too bad, right?
That's what I thought. I can do this. Understanding literature always came fairly easily to me, so this shouldn't be any different. No big deal that I have never really taken a college literature course, let alone a graduate level literature class. It will be a bit of work, but hey, let's do it.
However, my above classification as an intelligent individual is in serious jeopardy.
Insert my new - hopefully temporary - classification here - Meet the dumb kid.
This is my current status in Seminar in American Lit: The Dumb Kid.
Now this may seem like an extreme statement; however, at times, I almost feel like I am taking a lit class in French and I can only use what little French remains from a few semesters in college.
I am the quiet kid who sits in class that never raises her hand or volunteers information.
Rest assured, your assumptions are correct, this has never happened to me before.
I have resorted to nodding emphatically with someone else's statement, when it strikes me as a smart comment.
Then I say to myself, "Lindsay Anne (I usually refer to my self in 3rd person and really emphasize Anne when I'm disappointed in myself), come on, get with it. Say something, anything that pertains to this discussion."
Then, I come up with something good, but one of my assertive classmates, always jumps in before I can and says the exact same thing, then all I can say is, "I agree."
Lame.
Then everyone looks at me like they are expecting more, but that was all I had - "I agree."
It makes me feel like this was the only time I ever graduated (please ignore the mullet like hair - it was 1987 and I was at the mercy of my parents).
On another side note, do you see all those bruises on my legs? I probably fell down the stairs or something, they constantly looked like that as a kid. Grace has never been a word to describe me, kind of like quiet has never been used either.
Now you know. And I feel better having made a full confession.
Love,
Lindsay, the dumb kid.