I’m driving my son to UCI this morning . . . he’s taking a couple of classes at the Gifted Students Academy.
“Only about half the students are gifted,” he informs me. “The rest are stoo-pid.”
“How can you tell they’re stupid?” I ask.
“I can just tell.”
“I mean are they actively doing stupid things, or they can’t answer questions?”
“Both.” Then: “Drive faster. Mom dropped me off late yesterday and I almost had to run to get to class on time.”
“That’s good. Your years of athletic training are finally paying off for you.”
“I said I almost had to run.”
“Oh. What happened next? You got to class and almost had to think?”