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I was recently marked as "genious" this summer for reasons that I'm very smug about. Well, seing as I am only thirteen, I don't know very much, but the extensive word choice I had said made all the difference.

I spent a month of summer with my grandmother, Miss Suzanne Dungan, an artist. You can find her by looking up Marfa Ballroom, in which she had designed the interior of it for the big showing.

Continuing with my story, my grandmother took me to a poetry reading in which I listened to very genious poets preach their work to us. The last poet struck my interest, and in the end, he asked for questions, and of course, I was a little hesitant about raising my hand, but eventually, I got to it.

I said, "In the second to last poem, you had referred to the nucleus, which is the brain in an animal and plant cell, were you saying you were secluded to your thoughts, or a prisoner of your own mind?" And at the time, I was rather tired, and nucleus happened to be the only thing I heard, and I made a sort of connection with dreary silence about the room.

The poet, who I thought his work was a little meaningless, was at loss for words. He could not explain to me why he had said the word nucleus, and in which I have been proud of this story.

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