#I'm going to look really foolish if I am misremembering things

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I lay on their bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. They sat next to me, once again pestering me about helping them study for some sort of upcomming math exam

"C'mon, help me out. Everyone knows you're a genius with this stuff."

"While I can technically be classed as a genius when it comes to a lot of things, I think the word your looking for here is prodigy, since you're asking for my help with math."

"What's the difference?"

"Geniuses create and discover new things nobody considered before, prodigies are essentially just really good at absorbing and recreating the information that's already there."

"Geez, you really are a nerd."

"I do suppose that sounded rather nerdy, but it's just something I read in a book a really long time ago. I prefer the term geek, nerd implies a level of intelligence that I haven't felt myself possessing in a really long time," I replied, tears of frustration welling up in my eyes.

They laid down next to me and pulled me into their chest. "It'll get better, I know it will. You just have to be patient with yourself. One day you'll figure it out, you'll find your spark again."

I snuggled deeper into them before replying, "Thank you, though it's hard to see it getting any better right now. I suppose I can at least help you study for your math test. I must warn you, though, I am a bit rusty so I may need a refresher."