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My Ancient Philosophy professor is this crazy intellectual man that probably has an IQ higher than anyone else I know. He went to school at the University of Chicago, or somewhere like that, where apparantly you need to be a jumbo nerd that does nothing but read to get in.
Anyway, today I went to his office to go over my paper with him. As we chatted a bit I felt my face get bright red. How embarrassing. I don't even know why. He's a super nice guy and it's not the first time I've talked to him. Perhaps I was intimidated by his intellectual superiority.
This was a rather crummy story, but I've been writing papers for days straight and am tired of putting words together. Unfortunately, I am not yet finished.

In other news... my ears hurt from the thunderous talking my roommate is doing into her phone right behind me.