I glue 81 differently coloured square pieces of paper on another piece of paper...

...and my art teacher deduces that I have a " huge intellect".

Seriously, though. One person in my class arranged his squares according to the first letters of a Robert Frost poem that happens to have 81 words, and I, who does it last minute before class, have a "huge intellect".

Not that I disagree, mind you, but just because I frown a lot in class that doesn't mean I'm smart. Give me a break.

I hate it when people compliment me for something that they pulled out of their asses.