feigned intelligence - even better than the real thing

Looking back on the past week, I can't really say I've produced anything. That of course begs the question, 'what is the incessant need to produce? Where is that from?' But we all know the answer. It's from the Man! So, I stopped that line of questioning and really tried to think about what I had done or experienced...clarifying conversations with K-boy, a hilarious scolding from my South Asian lit teacher where she accused the entire class of being capitalist, dinner at St.Christopher's Place with a fellow lit student (we are so few after all), best cosmopolitans (ice crystals and all!) ever with Sarah and her uncle, and getting through classes by the skin of my teeth yet appearing perfectly charming and intelligent.

The only word I said in the 2-hour session on Ibsen's dramas on Friday was 'boring!' in response to the professor's question, to which her face lit up and she got all excited and proceeded to direct the next 5 minutes of lecture to me. And after 2 hours of mind-numbing Marxist theory on Wednesday, my head drooping the entire time with the most bored and pained look on my face (and of course, me sitting smack in front of the professor), I perfectly answered (by perfectly, I mean succinctly and with the most unimpressed and lackadaisical aire) the only question brought up in class. And I wonder why I worked so hard in high school...so many wasted years!