In the interest of full disclosure, I'm probably safe in assuming that I'm in no danger of joining Mensa.
For one thing, I could never conquer those abstract puzzles where you have to mentally fold one end over another and flip it around to ultimately come up with a shape that most closely resembles a stealth bomber. For another, my father used to joke at family gatherings that I attended college for just three terms - Nixon's, Ford's and Carter's.
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