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21. Jan 2014|22:51 |
I struggled in school in 1st grade, and was largely placed with the 'slower' kids. According to my mother, in a grade school assignment I filled out the question "My class mates are _______ than me" with the word 'Smarter.' This prompted her to have me tested, in paticular for dyslexia since it had also affected her brother.
As part of the battery of tests, I was given an IQ test, and scored in the 150s. Schools didn't know what to do with me. I had a learning disability, so I needed special ed. I was smart.... so I should be in an accelerated program. No one knew what to do with that. My father was in the millitary. Every year or two, I got to watch another school try to figure out what to do with me. The best teacher I had was the special ed teacher who realized I couldn't succeed in the normal class, but that I needed harder work, not easier work. She gave me assignments and text books 1-2 grades up.
For the most part, I spent a lot of time bored. I had really bad grades. Math was hard for me to get good grades in because teachers insisted that you 'show your work.' For me, there was no work. I looked at the problem, and the answer seemed intuitive.
In school, I spent a lot of time getting As on tests, and Fs on everything else. |
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