Very early in our first class, for example, the professor asked the class to say what our Majors were. I had to go first. Terribly confused, I did not know how to answer. Instead of speaking, I blushed. The sound of the laughter was high-pitched.
Misery loves company, after all, and so does stupidity.
Thanks, also, to the Argus for reporting the story. I m too dumb to read Time, so the Argus-style Cliffs Notes definitely helped. Since I am a positive person, I m trying to adapt to my newfound idiocy. I ve gotten a job at the Middletown Circus. I work as a clown who other clowns beat on the head with sticks.