This troper works at a grocery store, and is the fastest bagger and gets along very well with most, if not all, customers and coworkers. She never walks, she skips or dances around the store and when walking people out, sometimes has entire conversations with regulars in Pig Latin, and is the only one permitted to embroider the uniform.

Similarly, this troper is allowed to be somewhat of a smartass to customers and other co-workers because he always brings in high amounts of donations for store-sponsored charity drives.

This troper was winning an award for having one of the top 5 [=GPAs=] in my senior year. Since it was an honors award ceremony rather than a regular one the dress code was formal with most male students in suits and ties. I showed up in a hoodie, gym shorts, untied shoes with no socks, and a bandanna on my head. I got a noticeably less amount of clapping than my peers (most of mine came from my black best friends in the crowd with the same attire), and my principle looked pissed. Luckily my parents though it was hilarious.

Every. Philosophy. Professor. This. Troper. Has. Ever. Had. The tie for the oddest is between the self-pronouced Idealist who was convinced that the entire universe may very well not exist outside his head, began class with "Assuming You all exist...", was as likely to lecture us on Star Trek as Kierkegaard, and was fond of going on long rants about absolutely nothing (including alien penguins) and the Ethics professor who could never stop talking about 90's rock bands, bizarre stuff he did while he was high, wore completely monochronamtic outfits on occasion and once sang Sarah [=McLaughlin=] in falesetto. They were both FANTASTIC teachers, by the way, and were unbelievably intelligent.

This troper knows a librarian at his school library that resembles more a Librarian from WarHammer40000 than a HotLibrarian. He is best described as a PapaWolf with the 'library' taking the place of 'child'; and because of this is extremely unpopular in his school, and outright violent in response to some of the rule-breakers (justified in that they don't care about 'normal' punishments like detentions etc. and they specifically bully him into violence). He should have been fired at ''least'' four times over the five years he has worked with us, but he doesn't because he's one of the only librarians that ''gets the job damned well done'', and because he's so damned scary that everyone else among the librarians gets ''any'' work done.

This troper's friend is a bassist in the symphony orchestra. Because I go to a small school, skilled bassists are hard to come by. WE started the year with 7 bassists in three different orchestras. Due to some weird changes, we are now down to two basses in Symphony, none in Chamber orchestra, and one in concert. Because of the lack of basses, my friend can get away with whatever he wants, because the conductor needs him. He just about talks back to her on a daily basis, because he knows that they don't have an orchestra without him.

The troper himself, also qualifies. While I am almost a textbook example of a {{Jerkass}}, swear nearly constantly, and a constant procrastinator, I am one of the smartest guys in the entire school. I am in the school symphony orchestra, but barely practice, and barely pay attention during rehearsals. I've frequently waited until 11 'clock at night to email important things to teachers, and even dropped a couple of f-bombs with in earshot of the Dean of Students and Principal. I've even gotten around the schools Internet web filter a couple of times in front of teachers. If anyone else I can think of did this, they would get expelled. But I am apparently smart enough to get away with it.

This troper knows one. He's one of the worst /b/tards she's ever met, crossdresses on regular occasions (in Pink J-Pop clothing no-less), has never cut his hair in his entire life and somehow manages to keep it silver in colour, and managed to fix her computer's failing hard drive with nothing more than hitting it and fiddling with the inside with a toothpick. (Hasn't needed to replace or fix it since than, and that was about two years ago.) He can also get out of a blue screens without restarting his computer and works as a primary programmer for an incredibly conservative banking company. He's also 19

This troper can name three teachers off the top of her head who live this trope. Her highschool senior english teacher was easily distracted from the lesson and would start talking about government conspiracies, how Big Brother really WAS watching you, and how social security num,bers were the governments way of numbering the citizens. (Funnily enough, he was best friends with the level headed economics teacher, who would refute all the claims. Their respective classes were basically full of freindly {{take that}}s at eachother.)

Actually, the economics teacher counts too. While normally the {{deadpan snarker}}, he had a partly adorable, partly disturbing affection for his dog, Gizmo, whom he would bring into class on a regular basis. While we did busywork, he would coo, kiss, hug and otherwise dote on the [[strike:rat]] dog. Whenever a student made some sort of comment, or said something dumb during class, the teacher would hold up the dog and say 'Gizmo says youre an idiot', then continue the lesson.

This troper's biology teacher was a bit of an absentminded genius. His room was full of dead things that covered every shelf and every spot of available wallspace. He had skulls of every type (including one human one he said he had to buy in africa and get through the country for 'educational purposes'), stuffed birds, fish, small mammals, a giant tortoise shell, bear teeth, a cane made of a bull's penis, a peice of baleen from a whale, a peice of ''ELEPHANT FOOT'', and some unidentifiable part of a zebra, plus much more. He never considered any of this odd and was quite suprised to find that other biology teachers in the school didn't have those sorts of things lying around. The class could always tell when he had gone somewhere over the weekend because he'd bring in a whole slew of. . . miscellania.

This Troper is not limited to an individual quirk, but rather has a whole slew of behavioral oddities that offset his intellectual demeanor. An example from a recent meeting on environmental conservation. #QUOTE#'''Me''': So on the whole, I think that the issue of global warming actually receives far more attention than it merits in comparison with other, more pressing environmental issues, such as the unsustainability of modern agriculture. #QUOTE#'''Attendee:''' I'm sorry, are you ''eating a fork?''

This troper does things like this (about the same issue) and gets derailed faster than politicians can based on the fact that I say "all right" too much, or that I have an accent, or that I am a dirty stinking conservative.

...Umm...care to explain just what the hell you were doing that made it look like you were eating fork, yet could still talk?

This troper knows from experience that it's perfectly possible to talk with something -- even a fork -- hanging out of your mouth. It just comes out a bit funny.

I ''was'' eating it. It was a biodegradable fork made from cornstarch derivatives.

Made of win...

Because we all know that makes perfect sense.

Of course!

This troper, diagnosed with Aspies, thinks best while pacing, is obsessed with Tetris, hates to lose anything, sees everything as a game, is reclusive, can not read facial expressions, places his hand near his mouth, makes random gestures with his hands, and will make amazing speeches impromptu, as well as knowing much more information about various topics, from psychoanalysis to politics, that none of his peers are interested in.

This Troper is also diagnosed with the aforementioned syndrome, is one of the smartest people in his class, but is also an Otaku, has a deep fixation with winning, has a wild imagination, is a CloudCuckooLander, and is one of the biggest perverts in the school, not to mention he has a very interesting VerbalTic.

Many intellectual people tend to be eccentric. Einstein couldn't tie his shoes for years, and never seemed to comb his hair, after all. This Troper actually used to sit with his feet on his chair, which his teachers got him out of the habit of doing. Then he watched Deathnote... Also, he deliberately stresses his VerbalTic (eh?), and would wear strange ensembles all through high school, including Jamaican shirts, half of a suit, and even extra-thick woolly socks. During Gym Class...

This troper holds down an office job within a reasonably conservative finance company, and, despite having a mohawk, mutton chops, and an almost pathological aversion to work, has just been promoted ''on the verge of the biggest recession for sixty years'', by virtue of the fact that no-one can work the systems as well as he can.

The English Department This Troper goes to seems to be full of these, most notably one highly cynical teacher who is a self-described Bolshevik and claims to have a large collection of firearms and machetes at home, and occationally discusses conspiracy theories.

This troper's high school science department was (and still is) composed of Bunny Ears ''Scientists''. One had a dog, which practically lived in the classroom and would only follow the orders of her owner. The others routinely started class-wide ping-pong games, told anecdotes like how one teacher's ex-husband knowingly left her to drown while scuba-diving, performed magic tricks, pretended to make out with the skeletons, and drank actual urine to prove it was sterile. Two of them flirted with each other in front of the students, and it was never made clear whether they were joking or not by the time this troper graduated. On the one hand they would bicker about how one of them was teaching some extremely minor aspect of their respective subjects wrong, and then casually comment on how they were having dinner with each other that night, to discuss grading papers.

This troper's friend, a freshman in college, is very talented at programming, knowing a number of things that most seniors don't know (yet). Yet when he isn't putting those skills to use, he is often found playing ''{{Tetris}}: The Grand Master'' (not that this troper, a ''TGM'' trainee, is complaining), leading fellow classmates to call him "Tetris _____" and one friend to complain, "The only problem with him is that ''he's always playing ''Tetris''!''"

This Troper is always going to be Genius of the Millenium. At least, so says the people who have read my writing, and have looked at the subtext of everything I say. Which is pretty much two guys, and 28 girls. The rest of the time? I spend it trying to sing lyrics in response to social questions, and declaring bodily functions and whatever else is on my mind. Uhmm... what?

Are you me? did I sleep-internet post again?

Partial example: I am good at TeamFortressTwo. ''Very'' good. However, I talk far too much. Mostly about things that are relevant, sometimes about what's happening to me, and occasionally berating other players, myself, or the enemy team. There's also the curiosity that my personality changes slightly depending on what class I am playing. Fun times.

You, me. Medic and Heavy duo. This troper isn't all that good, but he has the rest of the description.

This Troper has a similar experience. He has received comments like "[Name] Aimbots as Scout" and is generally regarded as the best Medic among a group of up to 20 loosely-linked friends. This is arguably the thing that ensures he is consistently invited when a game is going on. This in spite of being incredibly irritating at times, spraying NSFW sprays and insisting on playing SMG Sniper at a moment's notice.

If anyone would ever like to meet a Bunny Ears Respected Academic, this troper would recommend visiting the linguistics department of a major university. A certain level of barmy is practically a job requirement.

This is extremely good news to this troper who wants to be a linguist. Classes should be interesting.

This troper's teaching staff seems to be made up of these. His English teacher is incredibly camp, speaks with a very strong Northern accent and calls people fanny-merchants with alarming regularity. His Maths teacher is just as likely to teach you Maths as he is to show you old Muppets shorts. Or Star Trek trailers. Or magazine covers that bear a resemblence to a different teacher. Or discuss the philosophical ramifications of ''The Dark Knight''.

This troper has a lazy eye that she's learned how to move independently of her other eye. She deliberately mangles proverbs in hopes that someone will correct her, and when she starts speaking on a high intellectual level she will speak in an over-the-top FakeBrit accent. Funnily enough, this troper is also studying to become a prosecutor.

This troper's university professor of history is a real Bunny Ears Professor. He is known for several quirks, such as giving students homework on extremely obscure, not really relevant topics, constantly joking about giving pretty female students A's for sex (and giving them A's for free), demanding puppies as bribes, and many more.

This troper's entire military unit is composed of essentially Bunny Ears Airmen. Uniform standards are ignored, as are plenty of regulations regarding conduct. Airmen have been known to bring their pets into secure areas, enlisted men, [=NCOs=] and officers treat each other as equals, and this troper recently witnessed a sergeant playing handball in a room full of rather expensive communications equipment. The officers tolerate their tomfoolery because, frankly, they're the best at what they do.

This troper is a Bunny Ears Office Administrator. She keeps toys on her desk, has a handmade wooden candy dispenser on the windowsill, and stores important [=CD-ROMs=] inside a storage unit designed to look like a set of books. Her work attire invariably consists of dress slacks and a nice shirt, plus cotton socks and running shoes. She periodically wears an eyepatch while working (actually for medical reasons, but most people don't know that) and once teamed up with her boss's wife to wrap every. single. item. in his office in newspaper for April Fool's Day. There must be a can of something carbonated and caffeinated within reach at all times, and usually it's found on a trivet bearing the image of SherlockHolmes. Her immediate supervisor adores her, but the rest of the higher-ups find her a mix of aggravating and endearing. But the reason she gets away with all of it? ''They literally can't replace her.'' She does the work of six people, handling everything from mundane secretarial work to tech support to public relations to website administration. She's taken all of three sick days in the course of four years and, because of the peculiar situation in which she was hired and the additional duties she's been forced to shoulder, is the only person in the entire world who knows how to do her job. She is Super Secretary.

Madam, I applaud you.

Thank you! That's so nice! :)

That's absolutely awesome. I second that applause.

My absolute best friend in college is pretty much a FunPersonified GenkiGirl who loves cats and anime ''way'' too much, talks a mile a minute, and has a few eccentric forms of speech. She also happens to be a Mechanical/Aerospace Engineering major in the Honors program who's currently taking on 20 hours of course work (the limit at my university without special permission) this semester ''because she can''. And is making very good grades to boot.

This troper is a young scholar and her ''whole'' university department (and, she suspects, faculty) is made out of bunny-eared professors, grad students, researchers, secretaries... I often feel like my life is ''Ally McBeal'' IN A UNIVERSITY! (I'm myself very quirky, to start with my obsession with manga and with Internet memes, and... let's say I used to think I was weird, but that was before I started working there and realized the full meaning of "weird"...)

This troper knows a semi-literal Bunny Ears Lawyer in the form of a friend who's, yes, a laywer and who also occasionally cosplays. I've been instructed to ask for 'the otaku' if I'm trying to call her up at work. Also, plenty of the other lawyers this troper met while interning at a firm would probably qualify, particularly the chain-smoking, metal-loving, ever-cursing, Lamborghini-driving Criminal Lawyer and the football mad lawyers who spent all of two hours trying to persuade this troper to root for their team.

This troper's father is a maths professor. Half of his collegues seem to be textbook examles of this trope... Oh, and I have what one of my teachers described as a "true mathematical mind" and no social skills.

This troper never leaves the house without wearing one of his hawaii-shirts, beach-shorts, pair of flip flops, golf gloves, GearsOfWar-T-shirts, black sunglasses and fedora hats. Even when it's raining. Or snowing. While retaining a humongous Kamina-esque hot-blooded {{Determinator}}-personality. I'm totally not shitting you. I'm also the best student in the english course in my school, skill-wise on par with my teacher, so when he's sick he just e-mails me and asks me to cover for him in class. Which either results in the class watching a movie or one of the gazillion anime shows i've got stashed in my 1 terrabyte external harddrive. Needless to say, my class likes me. A lot.

This Troper's Comic Books and Graphic Novels lit course was ''fueled'' by this trope and two running gags. The highlight of the BunnyEarsLawyer was the teacher himself, who claimed that we didn't "talk in circles, we talk in spirals." It hit the point where this troper lost it and snapped that, no, we ''weren't'' talking in spirals, but were talking in a mobieus loop and he was mistaking the twist for a spiral.

My history teacher teaches history, but that doesn't stop him from cracking a joke or something at anytime. Examples: saying, "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, welcome. Happy (a/b/c/d) day, happy (number) day of (month). Pleasure to see all of you, of course, as it always is, and welcome," at the beginning of every class; saying, "I want you to all hear this, and I want you to know it, because it's true. I think you're all good enough, I think you're all smart enough, and gosh darn it, kids, I ''think'' people like you. Good luck, you may begin," before a test; and referencing mainstream things, saying "if you've heard of it" after he mentions it; among others.

I had a brilliant teacher who liked to do Spiderman impressions by flipping upside-down on his desk and wall, made weird off-color jokes out of the blue and other such wacky antics. He always said "for a hundred dollars, I'll tell you if I take bribes." At one point, the class pooled a hundred bucks and asked him - he said yes, a half million dollars will bump you up half a mark.

This troper's high school had a couple of these, who were generally regarded as some of the best teachers ever:

One was a Japanese teacher who was an actual Japanese native, and he would occasionally work as a substitute teacher in another class. Whenever he did, he would intentionally walk in the room and ask everybody to stand up and bow (as is the norm in Japanese classrooms), with commands all spoken in Japanese (but with enough hand gestures that some people would figure out what he meant, and the rest would usually follow suit).

Another was a math/stats teacher who was always extremely energetic and had numerous quirks, including a fascination with manatees which he would often work into word problems. He would also hide props to be used during the day's lecture under random desks, then ask "Did anybody happen to bring a today?" - within a couple weeks, we all knew to start looking under our desks whenever he asked. Then came one day when he taped the relevant item to the bottom of someone's desk so that we wouldn't find it ahead of time and let it influence the results of our experiment. He also often joked that he was going to get fired for whatever he just did or was about to do, and on a couple occasions, he stated that he would be willing to risk getting fired to stand up for himself or his students. Thankfully he never was fired, since everybody knew he was the best math and statistics teacher the school had ever seen.

This troper's lawyer is a strange person. Every time I go into his office, he throws me a toy lightsaber and insists we battle. If I win, he doesn't bill me. Also, he claims to have seen Alan Alda's penis twice.

Your lawyer is my new hero.

This troper has a tendency to break off speaking in midsentence, write in German about rhinoceroses, and once wrote a short story for an English class about Steve Jobs, Oprah, and a soap-carved bust of Beethoven coated by Uranium bursting into a battle between two famous mathematicians, two famous composers, and a clone of Harry Potter wearing antlers after one of the mathematicians had escaped from a prison guarded by a dead fish. Really. I am also, if you'll forgive my lack of modesty, a brilliant mathematician with a huge reservoir of scientific knowledge and random trivia. I'm planning to graduate to Absent Minded Professor when I get older. Of course, my friend is an even more extreme example. He is skilled and knowledgeable at computer programming, and a leading member of my school's robotics team. He has a tendency to inject completely random and occasionally highly disturbing statements into any conversation (it has become a meme among his group to start a statement with, "Well, when a boy llama loves a girl llama very much...")

This troper is a writer and artist who comes off as more or less insane. When drawing or writing a scene I have been know to do any number of the following: act out the scene, mouthing if not saying the dialouge, making sound effects with my mouth, bakuman putting on music which would fit the scene if it was in a show or movie at a really high volume, sitting in strange positions, posing myself like the scene I'm drawing and trying to draw it while staying in that pose, making facial expressions which match the characters, pacing or even sometimes running, jumping, or dancing in circles while playing a loop of the scene in my head and usually bouning aginst the ground or the wall or otherwise throwing around a stress ball or other small object, sitting back and staring blankly into space for up to ten minutes at a time before working with a huge ammount of creativity despite not remembering what I was thinking about that whole time and even changing my emotional state based on the scene, going from being on the verge of tears to being nervous and jumpy and suspicious of every sound to happy and confident to incredibly frustrated and angry and then snapping at anyone who aproaches me while I'm like that to 'shut the hell up and let me work!' There's a reason I do most of my work at night after everyone else is asleep. This applies to my schoolwork as well, spending whole classes drawing, doodling, staring into space, fiddling with crap on my table, flicking aimlessly through the pages of a book, discussing things that go wildly off topic but I can relate back to the subject at hand via a {{Wiki Walk}}. My bookwork is poor but I can easily put together the many things I retain from my classses without realising it and be prepared to breeze through all major tests and exams with minimal revision. The teachers have given up on trying to stop me now, just because it's all part of my process. In one instace I apparently wasn't moved from the advanced english class (for poor work ethic during class and a few late essays) to the normal one because I 'wouldn't survive there.' The advanced class does little more than read the semster's text and get essays which you get months to finish (which I do the night or sometimes the periord before they're due and still get top marks) while the normal class does a lot of in class bookwork and is graded heavily on that. I'm just too excentric for regular work. Oh- and did I mention I've been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome? Yeah that may explain some of that.

You. Are AWESOME. Also, you aren't the only one who pulls off A grade papers the day and very period before, trust me.

This troper's astronomy teacher is THE best teacher at his high school. He likes to prank his students (such as snaking a tube from his desk sink up through the drop ceiling so it would spray water from a hidden opening at a certain point in the room), but LOVES to prank his best friend, the physics teacher next door. Pranks include piping in the ''Chariots of Fire'' slow-mo music and having two students do a slow-mo relay race in his classroom, or rig the ceiling panel above his desk to fall out and shower him with confetti and ping pong balls. He also has an extraordinarily high pass rate for his class and has turned a large number of students on, including this troper, to astronomy and the space program.

This autistic troper can't think properly without pacing around. She has to say what a character in my head is saying in order to get a good visual of the emotion needed (can get problematic if the character is angry). She also appears to have a happy seizure when she imagines kickass visuals for a favorite piece of music.

This troper has known several of these as teachers and smart students through her school life. Notable examples include:

The choir teacher, who's just a teenager in a twenty-some year-old body. Who likes ''Twilight''. Even though he's a guy.

The language arts teacher, who'll let you sit where you want or get an automatic A on a test... if you pay him $50. Sometimes he'll ask for more.

The Japanese teacher, who spends half the time talking about her dog.

Some other teacher who would often insert random Shakespereian language into what she was saying.

Last but not least, a student who is considered one of the smartest in the school... who checks for grammar and spelling in everything, trips over everything in his path, and is all-around funny and random.

This troperette has the habit of spacing out during lessons. Science is often when she spaces out and daydreams. Amazingly, without reading the books, she has managed to maintain an A- average in the subject. Somehow she will find out how she does it.

This troper does the same thing in almost every single subject and she still manages to maintain a B or higher average in every subject (she is in all honors classes as well(if you don't consider Gym an actual class)). She also tends to do homework and projects at the last second, and still get good grades on them. She is a moderate Cloud Cuckoolander and an Otaku.

This troper knows several. Mostly teachers.

His english teacher, who is quite intelligent and mature at times, and understands and accepts all of the flaws of the education system, and manages to actually discuss them with us without making us feel like we shouldn't be in school. On the other hand, she has very odd stories. One of which involved a burglar breaking into her house. At which point she gave him some food (he was quite poor), had a pleasant conversation and sent him on his way. This actually happened.

His biology teacher, who is definitely skilled in her work, but suffers from sleep deprivation (meaning that while she's still quite intelligent, her logic isn't entirely stable anymore) and is a bit strange anyway. The majority of our lessons start with us doing work and end with her on the floor laughing and trying to breath because she remembered something funny, or the class clown said something funny.

Quiz Bowl. Our team ''alone'' has an insane CloudCuckooLander who either knows everything or nothing about a given subject, a former captain and literary genius who's a diehard LesMiserables fan and pretends to be Javert (and is female), a no-longer-current hat-wearing captain who routinely threatens teammates with obscure death threats and who can be counted on to provide almost every scrap of detail about naval history, and the "Homo Brigade" (a.k.a. "OscarWilde Fanclub") who would be MistakenForGay by anyone who doesn't know them...the list goes on. That's part of QB's charm, actually: the feeling that you're surrounded by {{Bunny Ears Lawyer}}s who can be counted to cover a solid knowledge base in a tournament.

That is the coolest team EVER. My team consists of 2 Heterosexual Life Partner'd freshmen who specialize in geography and american history between them; a sophomore who is still very confused as to why she's on the team (though she knows literature and religion so well!); my wingman and senior who knows pop culture, languages, and music, and randomly brings up Kerouac quotes in the middle of competiton as well as possessing a collection of Nice Hats; the third-seat senior, who is perpetually happy, a huge otaku, super Moe, and actually legally considered a midget (speciallizing in Physics and religions); and me, the captain, tall, clumsy, continually scribbling in blank journals, and liable to using liberal amounts of Buffy-Speak in her answers. In case you're wondering, she specializes in Chem, Biology, English, and French.

Mira-chan has done the following things the previous school year (all modesty aside):

Running for student council vice president, marketed as a model student by the party adviser.

Moonwalking out of the classrooms her party would visit during the campaign.

Winning the Quiz Bee against her upperclassmen.

Being proclaimed a moderator of a club heralding eccentricity.

Winning two contests during the school's English Week.

Lying on the faculty room's floor and letting the Bunny Ears Teachers draw a crime scene-style chalk outline around her.

This troper's drama teacher is an incredibly irritable widower who rarely smiles and is a DeadpanSnarker towards his students as well as his coworkers. He is almost always eating candy throughout the day (mainly lollipops) and his desk is cluttered with an assortment of cute things (such as stuffed animals and pictures of baby animals) which clashes with his abrasive personality. Many students at the school compare him to one Gregory House and it looks like this is precisely the reason he isn't utterly despised by all.

My middle school science coach. She was a DeadpanSnarker who believed firmly that HumansAreBastards, was unfireable, kept the equivalent of a reptilian zoo in her classroom, (the smallest lizard being leopard geckos, the largest being an adolescent Argentinian Tagu (cousin to the Komodo Dragon)) was a KnightInSourArmor, she cracked a joke whenever she could to make things better, enjoyed showing us PSAs from {{TheSixties}} and was the greatest Mentor this troper has ever had.

This Troper's room in my dormitory was messy, gliding on smooth surfaces with ''his shoes'', usually wears long sleeves T-shirt and trousers all the time, likes odd-ball music like vocaloids and video game music, plays relatively obscure video games and usually can't sit for long outside of formal situations, but at the same time being regarded as the best student among my colleagues (by extension, my degree course), generally liked by lecturers who taught me due to being active in class and able (and willing) to talk about politics, religion and philosophy for hours which most of my friends avoid.

My friend's dad is like this. He is some sort of chemistry professor, and is apparently brilliant at what he does. At the company were he works, he is pretty much irreplacable, because he's the person that goes around fixing things that other smart people have managed to screw up. He is, however, a bit... peculiar. The following are just a few things he has done:

For starters, my friend's mom is an old student of her dad's, whom he married some 25 years ago. Not that strange, but still.

He drives like crazy.

His name starts with an O, and whenever he signs something, he always makes the O into a little happy face. He even does this when he signs really official and important things, which makes people angry because they think he is fooling around, which he's not.

Whenever there's an interesting documentary on TV, he records it and watches it later on a ''50% higher speed than normal.'' He says he thinks they speak too slowly otherwise.

He took his family and moved more than 200 kilometres from the city where they lived to their country house in the middle of nowhere, because his ten-year-old daughter thought they should.

He once went to Spain for lunch. We live in ''Sweden.'' That's like a three hour flight.

I'm in my school's jazz band, and the uniforms are relatively sordid black-on-black dress shirt/pants combos, which gives us the appearance of arriving at gigs having come from either a funeral or a mob hit (We play up the mob hit theory). The kicker here is myself and the rest of the rhythm section. We're one of the better rhythm sections in the state, with an all-state drummer, amazing guitarist, etc. And we have a thing for white fedoras with obnoxious tropical bands. hilarity ensues.

One of this troper's co-workers juggles this and at least two other tropes. She's excellent at the front of the house doing everything from table bussing to POS. She also has a rather impressive (to us, anyway) knowledge of Japanese culture and language despite being mixed white, although her Vietnamese dad notes her Vietnamese is rather crappy and she has a tendency to break out in borderline CloudCuckooLander behavior; she's also pretty much the go-to emo girl whenever you want to ask her about anything related to emo culture or music, and isn't afraid to show it. This troper might also qualify: he's often on TVTropes and even showed it to one of his bosses at work and has a head of hair nobody could possibly miss.

As an Aspie, I am one of these lawyers. I lose my train of thought while playing with a ball. Willingly listens to the ticking of a clock or a phone's white noise to relax. I can do simple algebraic problems in three seconds each. I can figure out how much money I need to buy something down to tax. I'm that damn good!

This troper and her youngest brother definitely qualify. We're both very imaginative and borderline eccentric, but also very gifted in school when we actually apply ourselves (my mom even tells me that my brother, whose main hobbies include sniffing people [I kid you not] and quoting his favorite cartoon, is going to be the one in the family who surprises everyone by becoming a huge success as an adult.

This lurker's brother is alternatively reclusive/brilliant and extremely goofy/oblivious. He's also a great chess player, musician and math whiz.

This troper probably qualifies: he is known to break off mid-sentence and start waffling about some bit of trivia he just thought of, has a snarky comment for every situation, wears the most outrageous ties that do not in any way match his shirt (red/white shirt with a fluorescent orange tie with cows on it, for instance), is a huge otaku and doesn't care who knows it, has a hair 'style' (more like a lack of style) that's as insane as he is and is prone to doing/talking about weird things (especially science... *ahem*.. SCIENCE!-related things) for no reason. He has also been programming since the age of 12, and is currently coding a system (and a part of another) which will be put into use by his school next year, will run the Computer club and Science club this year and is generally quite useful when it comes to sound and lighting for the school shows.

Oh, and you can add sitting in odd positions to the list of charges. When questioned, I give the (truthful) reply 'it's more comfortable this way, try it'.

This troper's best friend is doing Chemistry, Biology, Physics and Maths at Advanced Higher level when the maximum of AH's that should be done is 3. And he's passing with A's and high B's. And these are the hardest subjects. Why's he doing this? Because he can. He's also written a book that's yet to be published, a sitcom that he hopes to be made, writes articles for a site and is in the process of writing another book. And he has time to also make a website with this troper. How he does it, nobody knows. And not only that but he was on an online radio show (to do with the article site) and mentioned how he tried to hit the ceiling with a pen lid he was spitting out, doesn't care about how he looks, sits in every position possible, runs to places in the most stupid way, quotes shows seemingly randomly, discusses quantum physics and other advanced stuff, races with friends to classes, zones out randomly in the middle of conversations, knows a lot about architecture and says stupid things that someone of his intelligence should easily know. Did I forget to mention that he only recently turned 17?

This troper's father once told him about a vet he studied under who's consultation room doubled as a garage for the vet to work on his collection of motorbikes, often during consults. He was so damn good that the clients didn't mind.

This troper wears wolf ears and a collar wherever she can get away with it, including at school (and a tail outside of school; I refrain from wearing it there because it would get pulled and broken). I'm a therian (identifying mentally as a wolf in a human body, to provide a bare-bones explanation; I wear the ears and tail due to feeling phantom ones similar to an amputee's), furry (another reason to wear the stuff, and also my public excuse), bisexual, video game nut, and I enjoy strange hobbies in general, including anime. I cosplay at conventions. However, in elementary school I was one of three or four people selected for a gifted study group that pulled out of class, I was top of the class in our eighth-grade standardized testing (I'm a freshman now), am in the highest classes I'm allowed at my grade level (Honors English, Honors Geometry, Honors Biology) and will move on to AP once it's allowed, am a fairly competent (for self-taught) web developer for my age, am learning to program on my own time, am the president of a Venture Crew, and plan on studying to become a veterinarian once I'm out of high school. Among things.

Imagine an incredibly brilliant 14-year-old with a bloodstream that is at least 50% caffeine, and you have this Troper's instructor in level one poetry writing. She was intelligent. She knew poetry. But she was also impossibly hyper and almost manically enthusiastic. And wore awesome bright green flats. (In fact, I'm not unconvinced that she was a Time Lady and her TARDIS was her office.) Anyway, her enthusiasm for poetry has bled into this Troper, who hopes to also teach writing at a university one day.

This troper is a fairly competent storywriter, even having gotten some fan fiction for a SinsOfASolarEmpire mod called Maelstrom put up by the mod team leader, and is reasonably adept at learning foreign languages - in addition to his native English with which he is extremely eloquent, he can speak passable German and okay Dutch, and is very good at pronouncing the very small amount of Mandarin he learnt, tones and all, without much repetition - indeed he only needs to hear words correctly spoken by native speakers one or two times to get a word in any language pronounced right, and if he can learn key words and grammar, the rest almost learns itself - he used to speak good French this way but due to non-use he's forgotten most of it. He's straight as an arrow and isn't into bondage or such, but he finds such Australian ideals of beauty as exemplified in such as Jennifer Hawkins and Miranda Kerr (persons who are usually held by straight male 20-something Australians like himself to be Fanservice) for to be nothing short of repulsive, yet thinks that such as Connie Chiu to be far more attractive, even beautiful, to him - a trait which in RealLife in his hometown in the rural district of Gippsland in Australia - or most likely anywhere else in Australia as well at the least - he generally has to keep to himself and likely won't get any wish-fulfillment pertaining to that anytime soon. Thankfully he has more, well, accepted 'likes' as well, he just doesn't like the type that Hawkins seems to be at least.

This troper frequents many forums. It's sometimes surprising to see that, after becoming entranced by a serious discussion of a tv show, with philosophical anecdotes and everything, half of the more eloquent posters have an avatar of something ridiculous (the least ridiculous being OCs/references to their favorite show

This troper once had a psychology professor who would always begin the school year by giving his lecture while walking around on top of the tables. While we were sitting at them. True story. Also, this troper is arguably one of these himself. He does really well in classes and consistently gets good grades, but he constantly mutters to himself about story ideas in public (sometimes even loud enough for people to hear) and he abjectly refuses to meditate or do any kind of relaxation technique because his creativity ''thrives'' on mental chaos.

Walk into any collection of computer scientists. The field has a tendency to attract very interesting and unique people, of which I am most definitely one xD

I would like to introduce you to my school's algebra teacher. He cracks immature jokes, spends entire class periods handing out candy, and has rolly-chair races with one of the religion teachers. He's also head of the math department and an all-around highly intelligent person.

This troper, who writes novels (unpublished), screenplays (unfinished as of yet), and articles (made $2.00 USD a while back, need to make more), is a classic example; I speak several languages, including Mandarin Chinese (Did I say my parents hail from the PRC? No? Well, now you know.); my native language, English; and Spanish; I habitually mutter, mumble, pace, &c, &c; I happen to be a major fan of semi-colons; I role-play online; I has a major interest in the law (I might just decide to become a literal Bunny Ears Lawyer!); &c; &c. Oh, and everyone is fine with my eccentricity; they just accept it as a part of life. As do I; I ramble, a lot; did I say that?

This troper's classmate is definetely one. He is AmbigouslyGay, a constant procrasinator, and seems to have the habit of actually reading on the internet for knowledge and not for copy pasting for homework. For the last quarter of school, he did one of the most major projects one hour befor submission. He didn't finish it in time, but turns out he knows how to sneak projects in the faculty without getting caught. Best part? He's part of the academic decathlon team and ended up being the Model student for that year.

This Troper's Jr. High Band Teacher was this. He had an unhealthy obsession with ketchup, rocked a Groucho Marx mustache like you wouldn't believe, liked trombone players to talk "slide" (IE; slide positioning in relation to playing notes,) and around the holidays constantly referenced picking up roadkill off the streets for Thanksgiving dinner. But the man knew music and could make a trumpet absolutely ''sing'' when he played one. The fact he had a real sense of humor helped too. I am also like this since I have Apserger's Syndrome. I think best when pacing, talk to myself regularly, am obsessed with video games, often mimic voices or reenact lines of dialogue I hear in tv shows or cartoons, and I was known in my college classes for abusing the hell out of the "Conversable Lecture" policies they had for the sole purpose of snarking off. Course my snark tendencies date back to grade school and high school, though I often got in trouble for it then.