Growing up in Ohio, I feel like the 100ish people I graduated with kind of plateaued around 4th/5th grade as far as “things you aren’t forced to be good at” go.

I tried every year to explain to my English teachers that it causes me physical pain because of anxiety if I have to follow along with group reading. I’m finished with the book by the time the rest of the class finished chapter 5. I have read the same paragraph over 20 times in the time it took for one student to read one sentence. It was a long one, with a couple 3-5 syllable words, but that is just… Sad.

And nobody had any desire to improve. Boasting about how few books you’ve read wasn’t common, but you heard it a few times a year.

It’s easy to feel superior to someone when you don’t understand all their “fancy f** talk” and just assume they’re the idiot. Pfft. This dumb fuck thinks “pandering” is a word. A pan is something you cook on, dumbass.