Sometimes, Val is a not-so-smartypants. Like yesterday.
The Pony is quite adept at completing his schoolwork. He is rarely challenged. He has a grade of over 100% in more than half of his classes now that it's time for mid-term progress reports. He's not one to toot his own horn. The opposite of Genius, who was a regular Satchmo in that area. The Pony's goal is to get his assignments done forthwith, so that the time left is his own. He takes his Kindle, and a stack of books, and his flash drive in case he gets time in the computer lab.
As he was exiting T-Hoe Friday morning, he said, "I'm taking in my LOLcats books. People will like looking at them."
"Huh. And I suppose by "people" you mean girls?"
"You know you do. Girls will love looking at crazy cat pictures. What are you, a Lothario?"
"No. What's that?"
"A guy who attracts a lot of women. I think it's from Shakespeare."
"Ha! Shakespeare! Ha ha ha." I wasn't sure why The Pony scoffed at me. Why he found that so ridiculous. It's not like he had ever heard of Lothario. I made a mental note to tell The Pony that he needed to download some classics on his Kindle. To approach it from the angle of preparing himself for academic team competitions.
Today I looked it up. Lothario is from Don Quixote, not Shakespeare. Huh. Perhaps my 10th Grade language teacher should have spent more time teaching us the classics instead of turning on I Love Lucy reruns and letting us go to morning break for Hostess fruit pies.
I'm not sorry I neglected to tell her when my fellow independent-study Advanced Chemistry cronies snuck that gerbil out of the biology lab and into her desk.