Even the Smartest Guy Can’t Win Everything
The professor was passing out graded essays. Students around me bit their nails, rubbed their arms, and vigorously bounced their legs. As the professor laid the scored paper face down on each person's desk, the student would cautiously peek at their essay. Some cringed, others looked the image of despair.
I, on the other hand, feel nothing. The professor gives me a wink and places my essay elegantly on my desk. I carefully turn over my paper. It is no surprise to see a big A+ sprawled on the page...WAIT...F ?!
My emotionless face changed to disgust. The professor didn't believe I could write such an insightful essay.
Honestly, a few days ago, I couldn't, even if I tried.
I just woke up Monday morning with a throbbing head and a sudden overflow of knowledge of the origins of the fibers in my pillow.
Like what normal person would know that?
I printed my Anthropology essay and set it on the table. I sat down for breakfast. Eating a bowl of cereal, I had a sudden urge to look at the ingredients for the 1st time in my life. And when I did, I was thrown back. I knew what each ingredient was from cornstarch to tripotassium phosphate.
"Ok, I'm a straight up freak," I muttered grabbing my bus pass and backpack.
I hopped on the run down bus when it came to a wobbly halt. You came and sat next to me.
"What's up Jamie?" you asked.
"Nothing much. Just had a rough morning. I've got a big paper due today in Watson's"
You smiled, easing my stress.
"You've got this."
Your eyes sparkle and I melt inside but I can't tell you that. As far as we are both concerned, we have and always will be just friends.
"Thanks."
"Still wanna hang out on Wednesday?"
"Yup, see ya then."
We took our separate ways when the bus jolted to a stop at the campus.
Everything past that was kinda a blur when I opened my bag to find out I had left my essay on the table.
"Oh my God!," I whimpered.
I only had fifteen minutes before class started.
"Hello," I asked a random dude beside me, "Would you be so generous and let me utilize a few pieces of paper? I've seemed to have miss placed my exam essay."
The guy looked at me weird," Sure man..."
I pulled out a pen and began writing what I could remember.
It came to me easy, almost as if I were copying straight out of the textbook. I wrote down a few references I recalled from my last paper.
"Just in time," I sighed as students filed into the classroom.
I turned it into the grave looking basket and took a seat.
"How you think ur paper went?" asked Max, who fell into the chair next to me.
"It was quite intimating and barbarous at some points but I think my paper was adequate."
Max squinted his eyes ,"Feelin' alright Jamie? Think I lost you at 'quite'."
Before I could reply the professor's voice rose above the class.
"Paper's will be graded by next class. Expect the worst..."
"Tell me about it," I mutter.
As the teacher lectured about the next section, I became bored. Not because it was not interesting, but because I already knew everything! Every sentence he spoke I wanted to blurt before him. I stood up and walked straight out of the room.
***
"Maybe it was my attitude,"I say as I watch you glance over my F splattered exam.
You sigh, " Reading your paper, it does look a little advanced for you."
"I presumed so... but I earnestly wrote it from my mind.
"Laughing, you took a sip from your soda," what's up with the formal vocabulary?"
I loved how your dimples light up your face, the way you hold your straw... Wait... your hand...a ring?!
You saw me staring at it.
"Oh, that's what I was planning on telling you, Jamie. I'm engaged!"
My jaw dropped. No sudden flow of knowledge could prepare me for this!
"I don't recall when this event could've occurred!" I burst.
"Dallas asked me yesterday! I was like so surprised. I was wondering if you wanted to be the best man. I know suits aren't your thing but..."
I cut you off, my mind in a daze, " No... I'd gladly be your... um... best man."
"I'm glad. You're like my best friend."
There goes your heart warming smile again.
I look at my phone to find an escape, " Excuse me, but I must take my leave. It seems my mother is installing a new refrigerator and needs my assistance."
I quickly ask for the bill and stand to leave.
"Text you later?" you ask obviously upset by my abrupt departure.
"Yeah...."
No matter how smart I am, or how successful I become, I will never have you...
Even a genius can't figure out love...