When you hear that 16 is important in food measuring and in nature, and grin to yourself.
When you read “the land of mist and snow” and automatically think Well, it’s not snowy so much as hot, so you’re half right.
When you read the words cultivation and endowment in the same sentence and have to forcibly tell yourself that the book isn’t referring to what you think it is.
When you’re hearing about knights in World History, and...it’s so hard not to make references. I mutter them under my breath, I mention the similarities to my teacher (who’s a Sanderfan and gets it), I mull it over in my mind. The Knights Templar, you say? With vows they have to say, and different orders? HMMM.
When you’re reading a book with a group called the Legion and a character named Calamity, and it’s about superheroes, and every time…
When again, in World History, you talk about guilds, and the whole time you’re thinking, so, assassins, bakers, scientists, et cetera, yes?
When you misread biochemical as BioChromatic.
When you misread allotment as Allomancer.
When in that same World History class (it’s a gold mine, I tell you - disregard my pun), the teacher happens to say something about some guy who was so rich my coated a steak in real gold and ate it, and you decide he must be an Augur.
When you read a book (Red Queen) with a main character named Mare. Good thing they don’t say her name too often. Wouldn’t want to be emotionally dead TOO often.
When you learn that a student in your chemistry class is named Sami, and your brain goes “But Sami is a girl. And not American. Something’s wrong here…”
When you mistype shared as Sharded, completely from autopilot. (And just then, I typoed it as Shard and just quietly smiled.)
When in The Famous World History Class, excommunication comes up, and it’s all you can do not to scream Dalinar’s name.
You can guess at what I’m going to say by now, I’m sure; it’s with convents and the Conventical of Seran.