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When I was seven, they made me take a test. They wouldn't tell me what the test was for, only that it didn't count for grades and that there was no way I could study for it. It consisted primarily of puzzles. I was pretty convinced that I bombed it, as I've never been that good at puzzles.
Anyway, what it meant was that I was "gifted." I'm not talking about this to brag or anything—anyone who's gone through the experience of being labelled as such knows that it's nothing to brag about ("More of a curse," we used to say.), and further, that it's not any sort of precursor to success later in life. I bring it up because I'm studying Special Education now, and one of the things that happens when you study syndromes and disorders and exceptionalities is that you're convinced that you suffer from each and every one.
So anyway, I was gifted. And apparently very much so—top of my class, got A+s all the way through, blah blah blah. But here's the theory I developed. I was convinced—utterly convinced—that rather than being near the distal end of the bell curve, I was closer to the proximal end. I was pretty sure that I was, if not severely developmentally delayed, at least mildly intellectually disabled. My theory went that either my mother, who had a great deal invested in the idea of having a really smart kid, or, more likely, some egghead scientist, had decided to place me in gifted classes and constantly tell me that I was smart to test whether or not this would actually improve my intelligence.
Some of this stemmed from witnessing something similar (a child in my Montessori class with some manner of intellectual disability was, upon entering the public school system, placed into a regular class where he functioned quite well on account of having been encouraged in his early years). Some of it stemmed from my conviction that I'd failed the puzzle test in third grade. But most of it was because I have just always felt vaguely out-of-step with the world around me.
I was just thinking of this as I diagnosed myself tonight with ODD (oh, like you're surprised), auditory processing impairment, and poor math fluency. I should probably get my head out of that textbook, y/y?
Anyway, what it meant was that I was "gifted." I'm not talking about this to brag or anything—anyone who's gone through the experience of being labelled as such knows that it's nothing to brag about ("More of a curse," we used to say.), and further, that it's not any sort of precursor to success later in life. I bring it up because I'm studying Special Education now, and one of the things that happens when you study syndromes and disorders and exceptionalities is that you're convinced that you suffer from each and every one.
So anyway, I was gifted. And apparently very much so—top of my class, got A+s all the way through, blah blah blah. But here's the theory I developed. I was convinced—utterly convinced—that rather than being near the distal end of the bell curve, I was closer to the proximal end. I was pretty sure that I was, if not severely developmentally delayed, at least mildly intellectually disabled. My theory went that either my mother, who had a great deal invested in the idea of having a really smart kid, or, more likely, some egghead scientist, had decided to place me in gifted classes and constantly tell me that I was smart to test whether or not this would actually improve my intelligence.
Some of this stemmed from witnessing something similar (a child in my Montessori class with some manner of intellectual disability was, upon entering the public school system, placed into a regular class where he functioned quite well on account of having been encouraged in his early years). Some of it stemmed from my conviction that I'd failed the puzzle test in third grade. But most of it was because I have just always felt vaguely out-of-step with the world around me.
I was just thinking of this as I diagnosed myself tonight with ODD (oh, like you're surprised), auditory processing impairment, and poor math fluency. I should probably get my head out of that textbook, y/y?
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Date: 2008-05-07 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-07 10:44 pm (UTC)I took a bunch of those "gifted" placement tests when I was a kid. It was pretty horrible for my self esteem because I always score two points away from being gifted. Everytime I got the results my dad would chew me out for being that two points off. As an adult though I think was a conspiracy because even if I took the same test 50 times as an adult there is no way I would always be two points away. It really just does not seem possible.
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:13 pm (UTC)I flunked the "gifted puzzle test" when I was a kid because I had high scores on the state's annual public school standardized test bullshit. They told my mom that I was "very unique and creative with extraordinary language/reading skills" but they wanted kids who were "talented in science and math" and that she needed to work with me on that so I could live up to my "gifted" potential.
They also informed her that I have a low IQ. I still score low on IQ tests due to my problems with math.
It seems like she told them to stick it up their ass, and then told me I was still a good person and she loved me even if they were idiots.
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:18 pm (UTC)"When I was a kid, I thought I was retarded and my parents were hiding it from me. To make me feel better."
Common ground! I aced a similar test and was similarly terrorized for the privilege. No A+ for me, because I felt school was beneath me...
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-07 11:36 pm (UTC)in other news, your Libertarian Bingo card was posted elsewhere:
http://forums.louisvillehardcore.com/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=8116
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-07 11:38 pm (UTC)So yay, improvement.
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:39 pm (UTC)(They didn't tell me what I scored, incidentally. My mother claims to have forgotten or never known what my IQ is. I'm sort of glad, as I don't put any stock in IQ tests.)
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:41 pm (UTC)The one I took separated language and math, so while I scored low on the math, I was high enough in language and the fucking puzzles to compensate. Alas, it was a self-contained class, so I had to take gifted math, which was brutal, along with gifted English, which was a joke.
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:41 pm (UTC)Though I didn't know what a "jaw" was on the regular kindergarten readiness test. I knew it as a mandible. Well, given my parents' line of work...
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:45 pm (UTC)Hahaha.
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:16 am (UTC)Both the so-called "lower" and "higher" ends use and learn language (in the widest sense of the word, that is in the sense that encompasses nearly everything) noticeably differently than the people in the "middle". The scale low-medium-high is not always a good model for this sort of thing, since what constitutes "success" is sometimes defined by the ability of a person to function effectively within a system designed for averages. And even when it isn't, social success often depends on this. I feel more comfortable around some "mentally ill" people than I feel around "normal" people. I didn't encounter such a statement from him, but I suspect that Foucault had the same feeling.
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Date: 2008-05-08 01:24 am (UTC)