Today, I left the library cradling four huge books on the eruptions at Pompeii in 79 A.D. First, I felt the satisfaction of having so much information at my fingertips. Then, I felt the cool assurance that everyone who saw me thought I was some sort of intellectual.
People who carry stacks of documents and textbooks just look cool to me. Nevermind the fact that they might lose control of their load at any point--the fact that they have so many important things to keep track of is the object of my envy.
I am not that important, but I think I will start carrying my books instead of putting them in my satchel. I will just always have them at my fingertips so if I have a spare second in line at The Market or Java City, I can thumb through my papers and double check that debits go on the left and credits go on the right or that Mesosaurus is evidence of plate tectonics.
The same principle applies to someone who wears glasses. I don't care that I might attract screams of "four-eyes" or "nerd" because I think people look really cool when they wear their glasses. I am not ashamed to admit that when I want to feel especially intelligent some days, I make sure to don my specs for class.
Some may say these are the signs of a dork, but I think they are the signs of someone who is unbelievably suave. After all, my mom always tells me that nerds rule the world.
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