Chessie
Community Member
- MBTI
- INfJ
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I hate that number. I know it's a little irrational to hate a number, but that's the number I have a beef with and I gotta say that from day one since I sat down to take that battery of tests back in high-school I've had a personal loathing of that number that most people find in soldiers hating the enemy.
It's my IQ.
I realize those numbers are a bit arbitrary and you can re-write a test to fuck with them in about a hundred different ways but where I was at, they treated that number like it was gold. Suddenly I was in advanced placement classes. Never mind I'd flunked two grades out of sheer apathy for the material being taught or I couldn't bring myself to socialize with the students around me because their emotions were like waves of violence being inflicted on my person.
One Fourty Two was a magical number. It's completely worthless because it is all on the right side of my brain. I could push through a complex math problem if I had time and a reason. I could tell you why one chemical mixed with another if I could be bothered.
I didn't care to be bothered. Being an INFJ, I was clinging to sanity by my fingernails in a series of massively over-populated schools, surrounded by people who could barely write their names because the school-system was so badly underfunded in my home state. They expected great things...but what they got was a sad little hippy kid with a stack of poetry and short stories and a grade-point average that would shame a retarded monkey. I think my GPA when I dropped out of highschool was .8. Homework was a non-entity and my parents cared. They really tried hard, fighting their own neurotic behavior to try to help but they were against a number of tides, their own psyches included.
The administration would have preferred to eject me rather than risk me bringing the school's gradepoint average down because No Child Left Behind would have cut them further.
Our brains are tools. What I wanted more than anything was unfettered access to the internet and for everyone to leave me alone with it. Five years after I left school entirely I got my wish. Suddenly I was saturated in knowledge.
My IQ never landed me a job. I am not a super-logical person. I prefer to sit with a book and our society doesn't value people who think intuitively or who can't show their work no matter how often they may be right. I have an intuitive understanding of quantum physics but if you asked me to lay down the math, I'd have to sit for hours just holding the pencil and then I might try to write you a story about it. It would be sad to watch.
I hate that number. I know it's a little irrational to hate a number, but that's the number I have a beef with and I gotta say that from day one since I sat down to take that battery of tests back in high-school I've had a personal loathing of that number that most people find in soldiers hating the enemy.
It's my IQ.
I realize those numbers are a bit arbitrary and you can re-write a test to fuck with them in about a hundred different ways but where I was at, they treated that number like it was gold. Suddenly I was in advanced placement classes. Never mind I'd flunked two grades out of sheer apathy for the material being taught or I couldn't bring myself to socialize with the students around me because their emotions were like waves of violence being inflicted on my person.
One Fourty Two was a magical number. It's completely worthless because it is all on the right side of my brain. I could push through a complex math problem if I had time and a reason. I could tell you why one chemical mixed with another if I could be bothered.
I didn't care to be bothered. Being an INFJ, I was clinging to sanity by my fingernails in a series of massively over-populated schools, surrounded by people who could barely write their names because the school-system was so badly underfunded in my home state. They expected great things...but what they got was a sad little hippy kid with a stack of poetry and short stories and a grade-point average that would shame a retarded monkey. I think my GPA when I dropped out of highschool was .8. Homework was a non-entity and my parents cared. They really tried hard, fighting their own neurotic behavior to try to help but they were against a number of tides, their own psyches included.
The administration would have preferred to eject me rather than risk me bringing the school's gradepoint average down because No Child Left Behind would have cut them further.
Our brains are tools. What I wanted more than anything was unfettered access to the internet and for everyone to leave me alone with it. Five years after I left school entirely I got my wish. Suddenly I was saturated in knowledge.
My IQ never landed me a job. I am not a super-logical person. I prefer to sit with a book and our society doesn't value people who think intuitively or who can't show their work no matter how often they may be right. I have an intuitive understanding of quantum physics but if you asked me to lay down the math, I'd have to sit for hours just holding the pencil and then I might try to write you a story about it. It would be sad to watch.
