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SCHOOL was boring (HIGH IQ)?
I found school boring and I found it difficult to relate to the immaturity of others,
so I rebelled , I hung out with the bad boys and bad girls, to me they were way more on my level of maturity, Ironically it is now recognised that I encompass the attributes now attributed to those children of higher than average intelligence (IQ), I can see how the majority of students (children) such as my self are and have been written off as unintelligent and a waste of time, no use to society,,, and yet the opposite of these views have subsequently and consistently been shown and proven in the results of various significant and accredited scientific studies,,, who would have thought!!!.
Although when I did attend school I found English lit appealing in that I could express my inner self in a form that others could relate to and accept, even if they struggled with the interpretation on a deeper intended and so wished for level , even I at the time did comprehend the gravity of what I blindly wished for.
later in life I attended a class that would gain me access to university, part of this course required A level standard essays on sociology,.
I as a consequence of my previous total disregard and dedication to the formal academic process and access to the exams I had declined to participate in had predictably gained no recognisable paper proof of academic ability and therefore, no future prospects,, as decided by the deciding status quo of the time, none would attribute to me the true credit and opportunity that I was in fact worthy and capable of, even with my limited application I had applied in the pursuit of the required paper proof crap (GCSE), what I possessed was of far greater intelligenccce and importance,,, MY OWN THOUGHTS AND REVELATIONS,,, MY OWN MIND.
To my own delight I was shocked and astounded when I consistently achieved A* A* A* results on my papers, as were the other previously thought thought by myself because of their higher class in society perceived and recognised by their posh dialect and rich husbands that they boasted of, with their oh sooo important jobs that us mortals could only dream of. My questionable history, which I was so desperate to leave behind me had caught up with me one of the women on this course had heard gossip and lived down the road, so I felt so uncomfortable and insignificant,, in my eyes at the time they were all far better than me , and who did I think I was , I wasn't worthy and I shouldn't be there,.So when I kept getting A* A* A* and they all had to rewrite their papers and the tutor was using my papers as examples for them all to read as he passed them around week after week, I felt alive and finally I realised that I wasn't a waste of space and no use to society no matter what society had previously made me believe, MY THOUGHTS WERE WORTH THINKING , I HAD OUT DONE THOSE (GCSES) I was capable of far more ,, no wonder I found early school boring,
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