Remember final exams? Mid-terms?
Oh, yes. I remember.
Remember cramming factoids into your brain
on a beautiful spring day when everyone else was outside?
Total bummer, dude.
Remember nodding sagely at whatever the teacher said?
I often thought, “His mouth is moving, but I have no idea what this person is saying.”
Nodding my head worked. My professors thought I was brilliant.
Imagine their disappointment when they graded my papers.
Remember breaking into a flop sweat when the dreamy quarterback asked you on a date?
Oh, wait a second. I don’t remember that, because it never happened to me. Darn it.
Did the dreamy quarterback ask you out on a date?
If so, did he mention me while you were at the movies?