I was asked to join a school for the gifted at kindergarted :O Oh yeah, I'm good. Of course I didn't leave my friends, though!
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Kunark wrote:
I was asked to join a school for the gifted at kindergarted :O Oh yeah, I'm good. As odd as it may sound, I was held back before entering kindergarten. I went through this thing called TK, and then through pre-K, before finally being sent to K. This was because of the people that tested me and psychoanalyzed me before school; they did so all wrong. They said I would be artistic but that I would be retarded academically. They could not have been farther from the truth, as it is just the other way around. I was always too smart for my age, but I could not pull an ounce of artistic ability if my life depended on it. | |
Same with me, and I rejected the offer too. In retrospect I wish I could give myself a good smack for it. My mother thought I should be able to make my own decision about it and I told her I didn't want to leave behind all of the friends I made in elementary school.
Of course, "all of my friends" happened to mean "everyone in the classroom I recognized" and I certainly haven't associated with a single one of them since. Edit: Reading this thread is heaps and heaps of depression. I'm not posting anymore in this. :/ | |
Kunark wrote:
I was asked to join a school for the gifted at kindergarted :O Oh yeah, I'm good. Brag and bounce! I wasn't asked to join a school for the gifted (program was named "Epic") until 4th grade, after I rejected the offer to skip a grade! It was like the dumbest thing you could ask: "Okay, so you don't want to skip a grade because you don't want to leave your friends behind....Do you want to go to another school entirely?" I'd attended "pre-Epic" in 3rd grade, but that was only because it nicely only took me out of about 30 minutes of class to go down the hall in another room. _> In Kindergarten, I was actually judged to be pretty dumb, and my parents were told I wouldn't go very far academically. Ignoring the fact that I could do multiplication since I was 2, and could read since before I was 1, their form of "judgement" was the fact that at the time of enrollment into kindergarten I couldn't make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and that I always wrote in capital letters. =/ Hiead | |
Shades wrote:
Oh so one teacher made you all hate one another? I find that hard to believe. Believe what you like. It's true, no matter what you think. The teacher you're talking about sounds pretty bad, but this teacher was more subtle than that. She wouldn't have done the thing with the heaters - not her style. Rather, she would go around making nasty sarcastic remarks, criticising and never praising, and spreading lies about each other to us. We were around 8 or 9 years old at the time, remember... kids don't generally get the urge to rebel against authority (which is really what we needed to do) until pre-adolescence. Interestingly, pre-adolescence is about the time she left the class. Coincidence? I think not. =) Did your situation happen in early primary school? Did your school make you keep the same bitch-teacher all the way through? Both of these exacerbate it like you wouldn't believe. | |
Hiead wrote:
_> In Kindergarten, I was actually judged to be pretty dumb, and my parents were told I wouldn't go very far academically. Ignoring the fact that I could do multiplication since I was 2, and could read since before I was 1, their form of "judgement" was the fact that at the time of enrollment into kindergarten I couldn't make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and that I always wrote in capital letters. =/ I have a lot of respect for you Hiead. But your statement about reading before you were one, I just don't buy it. At all. That's not to say you may not have been a very bright child, but it's completely impossible for you to be reading by age 1. | |
Not so! I was reading shortly before my first birthday, and speaking(real words) not long before that. That's not to say that I was going through books before I was one, but I could pick apart such words as "cat," "dog," and "boy," sounding out the letters and knowing their meaning. My mom had me doing flashcards when I was very young, and would have me read along during bedtime stories.
The math factor happened because my mom wasn't sure what all I'd need to know for school, so she bought a math textbook and flashcards to teach me with shortly after I turned 1. Funny thing, since I was born just days after the kindergarten cut-off date, they tested me with the PBJ sandwich to see if I could enroll or would have to wait a year. I couldn't say how to make it, so I had to wait a year(in which time my mom still didn't teach me how to do so). I was doing multiplication when I was 2, but hadn't even heard of division(or seen the division sign) until 3rd grade. =/ Hiead | |
Jp wrote:
Jp lives in Austrelia Haha...I almost made a post just like that! Well, same concept, but I was going to mispell other words. ;) Hiead | |
Hiead wrote:
Not so! I was reading shortly before my first birthday, and speaking(real words) not long before that. That's not to say that I was going through books before I was one, but I could pick apart such words as "cat," "dog," and "boy," sounding out the letters and knowing their meaning. My mom had me doing flashcards when I was very young, and would have me read along during bedtime stories. Funny, the earliest years of my life i can remember are when i was 3 and jumping on some boxes screaming at my mother.(With the exception of a memory of a blue birthday cake(1st birthday) not sure if it was from a photo or a real memory.) Now can you remember reading those words from a 1st person perspective or are you just telling us what your parents might have told you?. For a while i've grown to believe that the brain is simply not developed enough to remember things/realize what you're doing before the age of 3. And Dragonn was joking.(he better have been ;/) | |
Pagemaster wrote:
Now can you remember reading those words from a 1st person perspective or are you just telling us what your parents might have told you?. I remember the flashcards and the apartments well(we moved a lot). Much of the rest of my memories are from pictures/videos my dad made of me(he was proud, I suppose) when I was young, and some stories from my parents that, backed with fuzzy memories and photos, seem to fit correctly. And I still remember from 1st-person sitting in front of a TV behind a textbook, and not knowing how to make PBJ sandwiches. I also remember reading some of the stories with my mom(she had this big book that was full of lesser-sized books), especially the Bambi story. :P Of course, I'm not trying to say that I was a child prodigy here. I didn't get to go out much when I was really little, so most of my time growing up was spent watching cartoons, playing video games, or in front of a book. Hiead | |
Man, how did you not know how to make a PB&J sandwich? They even had that song!
*/ First you take the peanuts and you smash 'em, you smash 'em! */ | |
Airjoe wrote:
Man, how did you not know how to make a PB&J sandwich? They even had that song! Never heard the song, myself, but I've always lacked a certain degree of common sense. Like, one time I got mad at my cat and stuck her in the freezer. Who knew that wasn't actually good for the cat's health? On the same incident, I took half of the food in the freezer out of the freezer and set it on the table. Who knew that food actually needed to be frozen? Hiead | |
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