| True English Nerd |
You scored 84 erudition!
Not only do you know your subjects from your objects and your definite
from your indefinite articles, but you've got quite a handle on the
literature and the history of the language as well. Huzzah, and well
done! The English snobs of Boston salute you.
|My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:|
|Link: The Are You Truly Erudite? Test written by okellelala on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test|
I was living in an beauty salon. The back rooms were where my mother (not my real mother) and I lived. It definitely looked like a somewhat poor town in MA. I came home and found the place broken into. The locks broken and things vandalized. I didn't know where my mother was. I got scared. Then people started to show up and I wanted to call a locksmith to fix the lock, but we didn't really have much money, and I wasn't sure we could afford it. I'm not sure how old I was either. Sometimes I seemed very young, sometimes my own age. Then we were sitting around watching TV, a bunch of us. Two of the ladies who worked at the salon, one of them was I'm sure responsible for the break-in. I think she had her boyfriend do it, Gary Cole, my mother, me, some other guys.
We were actually watching something with Gary Cole in it, I don't remember what, but I was excited. "Gary Cole! I love his stuff!" I said, not realizing he was sitting on the same couch as me, two people over. He didn't respond, but he did seem interested in the show. I watched him for awhile, sure, but not sure, it was him. Eventually I realized it definitely was and we talked a little bit. I asked him if he enjoyed watching his shows. He said that he did sorta like it when the show was good. Less so when it wasn't. He went on to say that it was a little weird that someone half his age thought he was deliciously sexy. I said, "I'm not half your age." And he said, "I was well into manhood before you were born, anyway." Well, that was true enough. My mother decided to sell the salon, and we went to a baseball game. My dad (real dad this time) was playing. (I actually know the ball field. It used to be field #3 at the Louisville Jewish Community Center.) We watched the game (GC and I), and then I left to meet my mother. She was impatient and I was too slow crossing the street. I forget where we were trying to go, I think the courthouse to file some papers. It seemed to be Chicago at that point, just guessing from the train tracks of the transportation system we were getting on.