I'm a Ravenclaw.

I decided to follow in the tradition of Moriah and Tyler and explain my house affiliations. Little seven year-old me decided I was a Ravenclaw, because I liked the color scheme and thinking that I was smarter than everyone else floated my boat. Recently, I put greater thought to the matter.

I'm not nearly brave enough for Gryffindor, nor affable enough for Hufflepuff. The houses of the lion and the badger were the first to get ruled out. I really got caught between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

I can be prejudiced, sarcastic, rude, and generally ill-humored (on my good days). A line from a wizard rock song "I'm a Slytherin, the house of the snake, come get in my way and get tossed in the lake," really struck me. I'm pretty ambitious, and I'd like to think of myself as cunning and sly, though I'm not. Sure, Slytherins have more flaws than most redheads have freckles, but I thought this house was calling my name.

But there was still Ravenclaw. In church, they say knowledge is the only thing you can take with you from this life. Though I have a hoard of unrealistic goals, they all involve schooling, study, and knowledge: the business of getting smarter. The thing that most makes me mad is willful ignorance. I think the best advice is "Don't be stupid." Not just book smarts, but wisdom, cleverness, street smarts, and basic common sense. Wit beyond measure truly is man's greatest treasure.

As I don my blue and bronze and move into Ravenclaw tower, I realize little me was right all along.

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