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    Underclocking My Life

    by Once upon a time, I was a pretty smart guy. At least, I thought so. And, to be honest, so did most of the people around me. I’ve breeze through school, elementary and high school. And by breeze, I mean that I barely had to show up. I always knew what was going on even when I wasn’t paying attention. No teacher ever caught me flat-footed unable to answer a question in class. I never volunteered to answer the question, but I always knew the answer, unless, of course, I wanted to entertain the people in my class with some smartass response. Even then, I still knew the answer,…