When Lindsay woke up, she was drooling on a stack of papers. She sat up only to find that the papers were stuck to her face, and being quite disgusted by that she pulled some off and glanced down at them.

(20 pts.) Starting with a basic cube, please draw an accurate model of a Menger sponge up to M3 (third iteration.)

Okay... what? Just reading some of those big words gave Lindsay a huge headache. She threw the paper back on her desk and noticed another one.

(5 pts.) What theorem states that in a projective state, two triangles that are in perspective axially if and only if they are in perspective centrally?

"What is this junk?" Lindsay whined. Every paper had very hard sounding stuff on it, and there were a lot of papers. In fact, the room Lindsay was in was full of files and folders and bookshelves. The desk she was sitting at had several stacks of papers, and the bookshelves lined the whole room and went from floor to ceiling. She flopped across her desk, holding her hands to her head. Her arm happened to hit a plaque that said 'Professor Lindsay Beauregard'.

Professor? Weren't professors smart people? Lindsay grabbed the plaque and a marker, scribbled out 'professor' and wrote in 'fashionista.' As she was setting the plaque back in it's original position, two people walked in. One was a rather tall – and hot – man in a suit, and the other was a short, stout woman with a red jacket and skirt. Both were holding clipboards, and the man was on a cell phone.

"Yes... uh-huh... I know, I know... Hey, I'll have to get back to you on this... Why? Because I'm in Professor Beauregard's office right now! You know what? I'm hanging up on you." The man slapped his phone shut and sighed. "Terribly sorry about that, Professor Beauregard."

"Oh, it's no problem." Lindsay smiled seductively and batted her eyelashes. Wherever she was and whoever he was, Lindsay was really liking this all of a sudden.

"Ahem." The short woman cleared her throat, and Lindsay frowned. Why was she here, anyway? Lindsay thought that it was pretty obvious that ugly people weren't allowed in Fashionista Lindsay's office. "Professor, the tests?"

Lindsay stared back at her, confused. "...what tests?" she asked. A little light went off in her head, though, and she grabbed some drool-covered papers. "Oohh, you mean these!" she giggled. Lindsay held out the dripping papers, and the woman grimaced and grabbed them with the tip of her fingers.

"Um, thank you." she said. Lindsay smiled happily and directed her attention back to the hottie in the suit.

"So, Professor, you were bragging about this test. You know, something along the lines of 'the hardest test known to mankind?" The man in the suit said.

"Oh, it's not just hard for men! I mean, girls will probably have a tough time with that too!" Lindsay said. The man raised an eyebrow and glanced to the short woman. "Is... is she okay?" he whispered. The woman just shrugged, and they both started to laugh.

Hey, they must think I'm smart! Lindsay smiled. She leaned on her desk and looked up at the man. "So, what was your name again?"

"...Mr. Sharp? Professor, we've known each other for years..." Mr. Sharp said. Lindsay shrugged.

"I guess I thought too hard on that little test. Oops!" Lindsay giggled. Short woman, who was flipping through the papers, frowned.

"Professor, this is the math test. We needed the English test, remember?" she said. Lindsay panicked.

"Uh..." She shuffled through some random papers, and after a minute she just pushed a stack forward. "I guess you could look through that."

Short woman sighed. "Honestly, Professor." With much difficulty, she bent over to get the papers. "The things I do for this stupid college..."

College professor – er, fashionista, eh? Lindsay's day was getting more and more fancy. So professors were smart, and colleges were for smart people... She must be a genius, then! Lindsay laughed out loud, causing Mr. Sharp to shoot her a weird look. But Lindsay didn't notice, and she moved on over to Mr. Sharp and put a hand on his shoulder. "So... Mr. Sharp, why don't we go celebrate how smart I am by going out to dinner?"

Mr. Sharp glanced nervously at Short woman, who stopped mid-bend. Slowly, she rose and walked over to Lindsay.

"He's not going to go." Short woman said. Even in heels, she didn't even make it to Lindsay's shoulders. Lindsay stared down at her and frowned. She really was ugly, with a massive under bite and a mustache and small, beady eyes. Lindsay rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" she said. Short woman rolled up her sleeves and threw a punch at Lindsay, which hit her in the stomach. Lindsay fell to the ground, clutching her stomach.

"I'm gonna defend my boyfriend!" She yelled. Sort woman jumped on top of Lindsay and pulled on her hair.

"Honey, stop that!" Mr. Sharp yelled. He hurried over to the girls and tried to pull his 'honey' off Lindsay.

"Oh, thanks for your concern!" Lindsay said. She slapped Short woman across the face just before she had the chance to bite her ear.

"He was talkin' to me!" Short woman grunted. Lindsay managed to kick her off, and she struggled to stand up and stagger back.

This was really not cool. First all of that icky hard smart person stuff, a really cute guy who was dating a ogre, and now getting beat up? Today was definitely not Lindsay's day. Short woman was a ways back from Lindsay, and despite Mr. Sharp's efforts to keep her restrained, she kicked the ground like a bull and charged for Lindsay.

"I'll get you, you skank!" she growled. Lindsay gasped and covered her face.

"STOP! NO!" Lindsay shot up in bed and flailed around. After a bit, she calmed down and looked around. Crappy walls, windows, itchy blankets...

"Lindsay, shut up!" Heather's voice growled, and a pillow flew at her face. Lindsay ducked and dodged it. So that was just a dream?

Lindsay smiled and snuggled back into bed. Good. She hated being smart.

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AN

Here's Lindsay! :D I'm kind of glad I got back to updating my TDI stuff. :3

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