Wait. I have a REPUTATION?!

I was in the shuttle this morning talking to my brother. He was arguing that he knew I'd never do something because he knew me, and I responded, "Well how old am I now?"
"Fifteen."
"Is who I am in ten years the same person as I am now?"
"Partially."

That's all of the discussion that's relevant. When it was over, the two girls next to me leaned over. "You're fifteen? How are you in college?" (Of course.)
"I'm homeschooled. I'm taking two dual-enrollment classes here." They shot looks at each other like this confirmed their suspicions. "Do you know Professor So-and-so?" My English Comp 101 professor from last semester. The sneaking feeling of "I-know-where-this-is-going" came over me. I knew he was using my research paper as a sample (the real research paper I did for him, not the pathetic excuse for a research paper that was required for English Comp 102).
"Yeah, I had him for English Comp 1 last semester."
"He talked about you!" Oh heck. I was afraid of that. "He said that you were fifteen and homeschooled, and he showed us your research paper."
"What did he say about me?" I asked.
"He said that you were a genius. He said, 'I can't even describe this girl...'"

My English Comp II professor found out my age after class on Tuesday. His word? "Prodigious!"