If you’ve read my first post and you’re of average intelligence, you will have realized I consider myself “nerdy.” And in a way, I really am. (But there’s hope for me. No true nerd would start any sentence with “and” or “but.” Or use as many quotation marks.) But my nerdy is not the stereotypical nerdy kid reading their dictionary and math book. And nerdy is NOT geeky. Geeky is bringing a doctor’s note to P.E. to avoid running the mile, and going into the library during lunch break to use the computers. Geeky is also buying cheat books at the book fair, and talking fanatically about World of Warfare. (If you noticed that I seem kind of disliking of geeks, it’s because even nerds need something to despise, social-pyramid wise.) I’m not sure what this next thing is, but I also do NOT make paper booklets in class and draw swords in it. “This is the sword of the Cursed Warlock, neeyuh neeyuh neeyuh!” You might think I’m kidding, but I have had contact with a kid who did that.
I am nerdy because I am what I consider a “prodigy” at math. Not quite Einstein, but at least better than my mom. I love to read, and tend to do nothing but, if I like the book. I finished the 7th Harry Potter in 2 and a half days, if that’s anything for you to judge by. I like to use words like “maelstrom,” “malevolence,” and “permeate.” My favorite word is debacle. All of these things should have cast me into the socially chaotic pit of nerd long ago. The only things that saved me were my sense of humor, height, and slight athleticism from running- oh, sorry, now it’s swimming.
While on the topic of nerdiness, I should explain my blog’s title. It’s ironic I am so condescending because the common belief is the nerdy kids should just quietly lay down in front of those above them. I, however, am openly scornful of the “jocks,” per se, and the popular. That is my way of combating the belief of nerdy obedience. I can guarantee you, I am doing no big kid’s homework for him.
There are a few who are actually pretty nice people, such as my friend Maddy. The same Maddy, in fact, who commented on my first post. There are also several guys who are pretty cool, despite our social differences. The thing about these people that I think is cool is they aren’t snobby and out-of-reach to people. They just try to be friendly, but the thing that gives them big points in my book is they don’t support their friends’ attitudes towards others.
Well, I’m going to log off now. I’m tired of my mom’s snide comments on my typing skills, and I want to go outside. Bye!
