T-shit Stencils (I think I am a* Intellectual)

When my mother saw the design, she cringed, reminiscing on the time I was going through my intellectual phase. This phase happened around the time when most other girls got into cellphones, makeup, boys, and other teenage-girl stuff.

I was reading the dictionary per hour, per minute, per second, all day, all year. I had an incredibly pretentious air, reading what I considered sophisticated literature (which was, at the time, a book called "To Kill a Mockingbird") and expounding on National Geographic texts.

This phase ended when I met my super-genius friend, a boy, who I started hating and madly obsessing over. HE seemed like the most intelligent person I knew. To this day, I still hate him for upstaging me. It may be jealousy, or an infatuation. Or both.