Stereotypes, Intelligence, and a B

my mood: weary
reading: little tidbits of wisdom on the web
listening to: saria's song running through my head
Playing: Stepmania
Working on: Comic Craze
Trying to learn: Latin and Japanese AND HTML
Practicing: Focus

So, no need to review the last post, so I'll go straight into this one.

I have finally finished my eagle scout application. All that is left now for me to actually do is have an eagle board of review, even though the process itself continues far beyond that. Then I get to have my Eagle Court of Honor, where I'll probably have to give a speech (bleh). When that is done, I'll be done with getting ranks in Boy Scouts. My active participation in the organization from that point forward I'm unsure of at the moment. I suppose I'll figure that out later.

It is very interesting to be stereotyped as "the smart one". I make no claim at being particularly talented in the realm of academics, and yet that's apparently what I'm seen as being. How this all happened I'm not really sure about. Although I get good grades, I'm never very studious or dedicated to my classes. Maybe it's because of all the little bits of trivia that I (unknowingly, in my case) learn? Either way, it leads to some interesting assumptions. These are probably perpetuated by the more dedicated people who get such high grades. Jeez. People are individuals, right? So don't clump me together with some stereotype. I feel like having a press conference. You know, address all the questions that all the people at Chapin KEEP ASKING.

Q: Is this your first B?
A: No, EPISD is just hella easy.

Q: Are your parents gonna be mad?
A: No

Q: Are you upset by this B?
A: Nope. A little interested, for reasons later in the blog.

Q: Wow. You obviously are a confident and intelligent young man. Would you like to have my job/my loyalty/control of the free world?
A: Yes. Unless, of course, your job sucks.

Now that that is done, on to the next topic. This is related to school a bit. It's also something that intertwines with the rest of my life. It's kind of a mystical spiritual type thing. Actualy, its almost purely like that. It's my "luck". Yes, I'm just superstitious enough to believe in luck. Ever been really, really lucky? Like the teacher suddenly deciding to not collect homework for absolutely no reason, but you know that it's because you didn't do the assignment? That's how I feel most of my day. A general feeling of pronoia, like instead of everyone being out to get me, they are out to help me. As a counterbalance of this, I don't think I have ever won any public contest based on chance, like bingo or the lottery. It's worth it. Instead of winning a few games or so. I am LUCKY. Not an amazing luck, but one that lets me calm down a bit and relax during life. That's right, I'm not smart. Just very lucky. Of course, some might say that it was just my subconscious trying to assert some substitute for self-confidence into my life. Some might say that, if they had overanalyzed the whole thing. However, it affects external things too. Or maybe I'm just being a conspiracy theorist. The jfactor (as I would call it if I used a cliched name, which I will.) is not flawless. Sometimes it throws a curve to keep me on my toes. However, overall it keeps me sane.

So there you have it. Another glimpse into one of my numerous quirks. Hope you had fun. Next update within a week, methinks.

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~WeeboHyren