By Danielle Berg
EFAYW is cross-posted from my personal blog. (Almost) every Wednesday, I tell a story about something very embarrassing that I’ve done recently, or not so recently. Because I’m extremely unphotogenic, I prefer to post a story than a gratuitous photo of mysef, as many tumblrers do on Wendesdays. If you want to contribute your own EFAYW, send us an email: slowcenturymag@gmail.com. It would be nice to know I’m not alone in the making-a-fool-of-myself department.
In the summer of 2005, I received a letter with my college roommate-to-be’s name: Elizabeth Smith*. Because the University of Maryland paired roommates up by scholastic intelligence (we were both in the Scholors program) and focus (along with your major, you had to pick a focus; ours was Media & Society), I expected to have a lot in common with Elizabeth.
Quick aside - lest you think I’m bragging by pointing out that I was in the Scholars program, please note that this was only a step above regular. After Scholars there was Honors, and after that, Gemstone. Scholars kids, from what I remembered, were chosen for their “personality.” Gemstone kids were geniouses, and lived together near the dining hall. So when you saw people walk in and out of the building, you were able to say, “Yup, that kid’s a genious.” This system really took the guess work out of figuring out how much smarter people were than you…
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August 5, 2009 at 3:27pm
