I'm not going to give a lot of weight to an online IQ test, but I'll admit I'm not unhappy with the result.
With regards to the title... When I was a wee sprout in Catholic school, they didn't know about
dyslexia. Or, at least, they didn't take into account the possibility of a learning disability. I had glasses, but I was having difficulty processing letters into words, especially when I was writing. The nuns decided that I must lazy or "slow". My parents, horrified, took me off to be IQ tested.
Well, according to the test, my
IQ was north of 170. Of course, I had a bored older brother who'd been teaching me reading and arithmetic well ahead of my grade level, so I'm inclined to think that perhaps I was just a bit precocious. (Of course, he also taught me my first phrase in French, and nearly caused the death of an elderly nun, but that's another tale.
¹) I'm grateful that my mother didn't skip me any grades. I was a social disaster till well through college - it would have been even worse if I'd been significantly younger than my classmates.
In any event, the nuns concluded that I must be lazy (and stubborn) and my strongest recollection of those years is the sharp sting of a ruler on the back of my hands. (The flat, at least, but I flinch to this day when I see an upraised ruler.) I learned to sort out words from letters (and ascenders from descenders, which still give me trouble when I'm tired). I learned to triple check everything and only move on when all three checks agreed. I'm a prodigious reader, so somewhere I overcame my reading difficulties, though I still have a lot of trouble writing cursive, substituting p's for d's for g's for b's and so on. I cope.
But I do miss those IQ points.
MENSA would never have me now, with my paltry under-140 IQ. I want my points back
²!
¹ With a perfectly straight face, my big brother told me to tell my French teacher (a very strict, elderly nun) that I knew a phrase in French. "Voulez-vouz coucher avec moi?" While she didn't actually keel over with a heart attack, she got very red, then very white, and my knuckles ache in remembrance. And I got extra homework. Even after I explained that I was only repeating what my brother had said. She said that she hoped it would remind me to never use words unless I knew their meaning. Upon reflection, she was probably right. That lesson has kept me from making a fool of myself a time or two.² Yes, I know that IQ generally lowers with age, but then I don't have an opening line, do I?Labels: Memes
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In the meantime, here's a quizzy thing gacked from my chum DocTOC.
Where's Jae?
