when I was in 2nd grade I like to think I was smart for my age, I was reading more than I was forced to in school, and starting to pick up on math concepts ahead of what we were being taught
somehow I ended up in an argument about how much I knew about math with two shockingly bitchy girls who were 3 years ahead of me
they didn't believe I knew anything about division and I insisted that I did, they claimed I "wasn't allowed to learn it yet" or some shit
one of them said, "oh yeah, well then what's 8 divided by 16??"
and I said "...you can't do that, that doesn't make sense" (at this point not yet understanding fractions but knowing it didn't come out whole)
the two girls looked at each other and nodded smugly, and said at the same time in the most condescending tone, "it's 2!"
I have never forgotten this formative rage