Today, at work, Wally said something and I told him that Bruce’s and mine IQs just dropped a few points. Wally then was like, “Oh yeah? Well, look at what classes you took and look what classes I took.”
Me: “Huh?”
Wally: “Yeah. Precisely.”
At this point Bruce, shaking his head at his friend’s lack of brain, said, “What did you make on your ACT?”
Me: “Uhm…32 I believe.”
Silence.
Wally: “Really? I only made like a 22.”
Bruce: “24.”
And then later, when I was telling the story to Chris, I mentioned that I made Dean’s List my first semester of college.
Chris: “What are you doing here then? You sound too smart for this place.”
I have been called many things lately, but smart or intelligent has not been one.
Yes, once upon a time this white trash young mother with a possibly crumbling marriage, this college dropout at a minimum wage job and living with her mom, this waste of potential who can’t even keep her closest friends by here, this girl was once intelligent.
I want to cry right now. My life is just full of complete shit right now, and this broke my heart. I have been so beaten down all my life, and I fought it, but still allowed it to crush me. It’s like I was chained down but still giving the finger. And yeah, that’s all well and good, but it’s not enough.
I am intelligent. Maybe I won’t forget that again.
