The Ol’ Curmudgeon once sed to an old friend:
The schools don’t know what to do with those of us who are only highly intelligent without the divine spark of genius. We usually got whatever concept was being taught the first time, and the teachers just wanted us to siddown and shuddup while they went over the same damn thing 10 more times for the dummies. We would be bored to tears at that point. Mostly we would just tune out and miss the next concept because we were off in la-la-land (either dreaming or reading a hidden book). Sometime we (or at least I) would misbehave in class when we (I) just could not stand it anymore. That doesn’t get one points with the teacher or the dummies. Back in the day – after you left – it also got me into bad company and some really bad behavior.
What kills us in life is that there are so many interesting (and easy) things to learn and do that it is impossible to stay with any one thing for long. I get interested in things, learn them from books/doing/talking to others. Then I master (or nearly master) the thing at hand, teach it to others, get bored, and move on to the next fascinating aspect of God’s universe. I know Herself does the same, I remember you as quite similar. Sometimes, we come back to an earlier love and revisit time and time again over a period of years. Sometimes, it is just enough to know how the interest works.
Turtlemom3 then sed:
Yep – the Ol’ Curmdgeon is right on. I was fortunate in grade school to be in a school that was the “practice grounds” for students from the U of GA and several other schools of education (back when that meant something). I was stimulated with unique experimental tests and activities. I made adequate grades – A’s and B’s mostly with D’s and one F in – penmanship!! I didn’t misbehave very much. Punishment was NOT FUN. And, besides, I’m a gurl. We tend to be more socialized earlier than boys. Yeah, I got into trouble about talking too much – I recall one time in particular in high school during a test. I got tickled by one of the questions (on Shakespeare) and “had to share” my amusement with the girl in front of me – sending her into matching gales of laughter. We were both taken out of the room and made to take the rest of the test on opposite sides of an empty class room. The amusement? the word “dark” – don’t ask me why, now, I can’t remember. But it still make me grin and occasionally giggle.
That’s another aspect of intelligence – we often are able to find amusement in things the hoi polloi find puzzling.
Yep, I got into “bad” company and bad behavior, too. ‘Nuff sed ’bout that!
Stuff is interesting and easy to learn. And once (nearly) mastered, I, too, am ready to go on to something new and interesting and *different!* I guess The Ol’ Curmudgeon and I understand each other very well as to that aspect of things. We each cheer the other on in our new interests.
The daughter-person is similar, but she is simply into different things. Her underlying passion is sewing and designing clothes, but last year she took tap dancing, and this year she and her husband and their son are taking Tae Kwon Do and she’s taking ballet. She’s almost 39, and rediscovering the things we tried to expose her to as a child. She is ever interesting. Youngest son is both highly intelligent and well focused. So he is on the road to great success. Oldest son is a wonderful, and very intelligent human being – but without much focus or direction!! He keeps starting things and then not following through with them. Has to do with his ADHD. Some get over it, some do not.
I hope The Ol’ Curmudgeon continues to be satisfied with woodworking and cooking / bread baking for the rest of his life – OR that he finds something equally interesting and fulfilling. His incredible intelligence needs challenges!