bex epperson : d6 : cb : fin

I'm the smartest person in my grade. Justin Boot always says he's smarter than me, but I saw his grade from last week's math exam. He got a 96 and I got a perfect 100. I don't know why he's always trying to be better than me. My mother says he's mean to me because he probably has a crush on me. I think that's dumb. I would never be mean to anyone I had a crush on. You don't get people to like you by being a jerk. You get people to like you by being nice, even if they aren't nice back, and offering to let them copy your homework when they forget to do theirs. My mother says I shouldn't, because I'm letting people take advantage of me. I'm not the smartest person in my grade for nothing. I always give them a few wrong answers, and they don't care because they just want to have something to turn in. Then, I change the answers back before I give it to the teacher. See? Smart.

The good thing about being smart is that I can do anything I want with my life. I can be a doctor, or a chemist. I think I'd prefer to be a chemist, because then I wouldn't have to talk to people a lot. I don't like talking to people. They ask to copy my homework and then turn around and make fun of me. They think it's weird that I'm so smart. Well, nobody makes fun of Justin Boot because he's smart. I wonder why that is. Nobody asks to copy his homework, either. Just mine.

I think I'll give them all bad answers tomorrow.