I surely assume I was gifted as a child, although the closest I would have heard was "very smart" (spoken with eyelids raised high for emphasis). �Which was emphasized far below, "she's very responsible.". Although I can't recall any kind of gifted pull out. �They did have me teach my own little group of struggling students to read one year. �That was the year I hated my teacher because she hated me. �I remember asking her, "why don't you just skip me? �You don't like me, I don't like you. �I don't need to be here.". She said because it was too much work to give the test. �Quote. �That was the only year I cared about a skip. � Apparently I knew I was entitled, but in second grade I thought mom was in charge of our house but not the school, so I didn't tell her that I asked, uh, since I tried and it didn't work. �They must have known I hated it there or they wouldn't have given me those kids to teach. �They didn't do that any other year.
I almost replied with a full auto-biography. �Here's the cliff notes. �"And he made me into a mother. �I sure hope I'm a gifted parent. �I'm sure I have gifted kids. �It would sure help me raise them if I still have access to that gifted agility to adapt quickly."
Yep. �This is the short version of my post.
The funny version is,
I used to have a photographic memory, but I never learned to focus it. �I still have a few faded photographs left but the camera's broke. �Looking at a repair manuel now.
