another day in the life

We talked about death in my lit class today. Well...verb "talk" used as loosely and sardonically as possible. I'm most likely the only intellectual in that class. I listen to thier rebutles when the teacher allows our input, and I'm astonished...nay...ashamed...to be among these people. One particular questoin and answer shocked me the most:

Teacher-So how do you think you all will die? Like, in your opinion, how do you picture your death?
Student 1- I'm not gonna die.
Student 2- Why are you asking this?
Student 3- I'm hungry.

...More like the responses of elementary clowns then the people who I'm competeing with in my class. I sit and write my novels quietly in most classes. But during lit, I HAD to sit and listen. It was kind of like studying monkeys. Some of them were burping and making ugly sounds, some of them would answer with the same question the teacher asked them, and the others would stare into space (the stoners...yeah...)
I HAVE to add here, that not all my peers are incompetent. I know I'm protraying them as such, but this is simply untrue. But a good handful...(a disturbing handful)...are most definitly more incompetent then they are anything else.
I'm going to examine the positive side of this, and point out how intellegent I feel around these people. I know I'm a little smarter than the average person, but sometimes I doubt my abilities...But not in Lit. No way. No sir.
Got some "poem" type things coming up. Wrote them in my off period. I'll post them within 12 hours ^_^ bye