She frowned slightly, and crossed her arms around her body, trying to interpret that. Well, it was true. Anyone could see her exam scores, after all, and they were definitely the opposite of intellectual. (What did you call the opposite of intellectual, anyway? Just plain dumb? Dumb-a-llectual? She couldn't think of a real word.) Although what he said afterwards—and the lack of any real cruelty in his tone—made her relax a little.
After all, it really didn't seem like her kind of thing.
"Oh, well, I'll know people who are in it. And I guess I didn't expect the school play to be classical literature." She cringed, a little, inadvertently. When they'd been covering that today, she had totally bombed the question the teacher had asked her. Even now she couldn't remember the subject matter, just the stammering and the blind terror when she'd been called on out of the blue. "I do go to kabuki." She added it almost as a personal defense, just to prove… Well, she wasn't sure what. Certainly not that she was intellectual since hell if she could understand what they were even saying, and hell if she knew the stories without reading the inserts in the program, but at least she was dumb and cultured.
Then, in an effort to keep the conversation afloat (since it was her goal for the afternoon after all), "What kind of TV do you like? I just got a TV in my dorm room, so I could use some suggestions."