For the majority of my day, I feel like a freaking genius. I can tell a noun from a verb, I can complete a crossword puzzle, and I can multiply 8x6 without a calculator. I love to annoy the kids by being overly dramatic about my love of grammar. They think I'm a freak.
But then there's this one new kid, a freshman. I'm pretty sure he has Asperger's, but I don't know for a fact. This kid is smart. Scary smart. But he has some issues with his social skills, and sometimes gets into trouble. During study hall last semester it would be just us two, so he would work on homework and I would do my crossword for the day. If I got stumped, I just asked him. Which element is the 19th? Where did Hamlet take place? Which desert is in Kazakhstan? He always knows, or at least makes a good guess, or looks it up. And then he will pop up with some random bit of information. Isn't it funny how the differently the south depicts (insert obscure guy from the Civil War) as compared to the north? For the first time, I feel like an idiot. I don't know what the hell he is talking about but I nod my head and pretend.
I found out recently this kid wants to be a chef when he graduates. He is only going to cook healthy, organic foods. It was when I walked into a room and saw him wearing a Nirvana t-shirt, asking another student incredulously, "You mean you've never eaten hummus?" that I decided I must adopt this kid and take him home.
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