Seeing as I have said my final, non-tearful goodbyes to the college for another semester (woot!), I thought I should share a bit of joy I received from it's hallowed halls. This was posted on the wall in the midst of a ton of other papers, none of which were as note-worthy as this one.
"An intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger." Followed by lots of giggles from me.
And then I started thinking about it- it may be true to a point. It takes a certain type of brain power to remember what something was originally, before time and popularity changed it or combined it with another identity. There is an older lady who we drive places, and she always points out streets that used to be called other names, buildings now in the place of old cow pastures, fields that used to have two roads running through it, and everything and anything that has changed since she was a girl here.
There is a new round-about going in near my house, and I can't for the life of me remember what it looked like before the construction started.
But I won't worry, I'm sure there are other types of intellects out there.