Smarty pants
Do you remember the kid in primary school who always raised his/her hand whenever the teacher asked a question? You know, the chubby one with the baggy sweater, elasticized pants, bad hair, and funny teeth? Yeah, that’s the one. This kid had the answers to everything, and had a snappy remark for those who talked back - the smarty pants of the class.
As the years pass, this kid tones up, replaces the baggy sweater for a fitted one, the pants turn into flat fronts, the hair is tamed with product, the teeth are fixed with braces, but is the consummate know-it-all.
In a matter of words, the kid is me.
From a young age, my parents always told me that if I didn’t know the answer, I’d better keep quiet. Because I didn't like to stay silent, I took that as a matter of initiative to learn. Any bit of information, trivia, details, I could get a hold of, I memorized. If anyone wanted an answer to something, I’d have it. Snarkiness was left to the uninitiated.
To this day, I don't want to be caught off guard with a fact or statistic. I want to know everything. A nightmare would be to have me on Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader? see some 10-year-old kick my ass with their knowledge of world capitals, and have that yokel of a host laugh at me with the studio audience.
Who wants to look like a dummy?
As the years pass, this kid tones up, replaces the baggy sweater for a fitted one, the pants turn into flat fronts, the hair is tamed with product, the teeth are fixed with braces, but is the consummate know-it-all.
In a matter of words, the kid is me.
From a young age, my parents always told me that if I didn’t know the answer, I’d better keep quiet. Because I didn't like to stay silent, I took that as a matter of initiative to learn. Any bit of information, trivia, details, I could get a hold of, I memorized. If anyone wanted an answer to something, I’d have it. Snarkiness was left to the uninitiated.
To this day, I don't want to be caught off guard with a fact or statistic. I want to know everything. A nightmare would be to have me on Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader? see some 10-year-old kick my ass with their knowledge of world capitals, and have that yokel of a host laugh at me with the studio audience.
Who wants to look like a dummy?
Authored by S at 12:00 am
7 Comments:
I'd tear those pants off of you, smarty.
Man, what trouble could we get in with that pointy cap. I kept my mouth shut too.....because I didn't want to CONSTANTLY have my hand in the air....I always knew the answers but was taught to never be a show-off and let others go first. So, I sat there, quietly (most of the time). Just watching, waiting.
That would have been me, also, but I never wore elastized pants. (Although I probably could have used them at the time.)
Around 7th grade I finally realized it was possible to know the answer and NOT raise my hand, and it made a world of difference. (If I'd been smarter I would have realized this sooner.) Nobody likes a smartypants.
nice pic tho' my fave is the 4AM one. ;-)
you spelled it wrong.
Hmmm....that pic looks very familiar...I must be on your mind...as you're on mine!
RT: That's the point. Har di har har.
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