Smarter Than My Teacher

Those people at The Improbable Purchases Store agreed to sponsor Muse for a Day, so for every post I write, I get paid tens of theoretical dollars! (And no, 'tens' is not a typo for 'tons''. i dont duooe TYpos.)

So they tried to counter my overdose of Essence of Self-Esteem with a Humility Chaser, which is working rather well, but I still have the dregs of Too Much Self-Esteem swilling around in my bloodstream. Which explains this post somewhat, even though even if I wasn't all filled with Humility and Self-Esteem, would have made me proud.

But if I didn't have all of that Self-Esteem, I wouldn't blog about it.

Two Things I Know Better Than My Social Studies Teacher:

1. Contrary to what you told my class, Ares was the god of war, not Hermes. Why This is a Little Bit Excusable: To all of you aren't mythology people like I am, Hermes and Ares do sound a little bit the same.
2. Mona Lisa doesn't have eyebrows in the portrait. In da Vinci's time, it was fashionable for women to shave off their eyebrows completely. Why This is a Little Bit Excusable: My teacher isn't teaching us art.

It's a little bit upsetting when you're smarter than the people who are supposed to be teaching you. Now I can't trust anything my teacher has said!

I should be running the class!

No, I shouldn't. I will quit writing before I lose my sponsor.