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I generally consider myself to be a fairly intelligent person. I mean, I know whats going on around me. I can make connections and manipulate information. I can have a coherent conversation about the symbolism of youth in Emily Dickenson's poetry.

I'm not claiming to be Marilyn Vos Savant here or anything, I'm just saying that usually I don't feel deficient in the brains department.

Every once in a while though, I have this feeling like, "Oh my god, I'm an 11 year old trapped in a college student's body. I don't really know what I'm talking about, I've just learned how to adapt like those apes on the Discovery Channel." Then I start to panic. Oh my god, what if they find out? What if everyone discovers that I don't know the real meaning of the word "paradigm?" They'll kick me out of college and I'll spend the rest of my life living in my parent's basement. Okay, maybe my parents don't have a basement, but they'll build one just to hide the worththless hunk of fake-intellectual flesh that is me.

Ohhhh ... see, there, right there. A real intellectual would have thought, "faux- intellectual," or maybe "pseudo-," certainly not "fake." Oh god, oh god. They'll all know! Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Today, for example. I was sitting in my CCS Milton class and I realized that the other students were all discussing (and presumably thinking about) things like the paradoxical fact that Milton portrays Satan almost as an epic hero, and the contrast between Milton's own Cromwellian Protestantism and the often Catholic religion of Paradise Lost.

Me, on the other hand, I was thinking (and had been for the last few minutes) something along the lines of, "Hee hee. 'penal fire'."

Moments like these worry me.

4:10 p.m. April 20, 2004

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