About school, that’s SO TRUE! I’m an INTP, and when I was sent to kindergarten, I could read at fifth-grade level (I tested with Lexile what I had been reading back then) and could count, but if I had encountered beginning math books on my own before that, I think I would have been able to learn from them.
I was put in first-grade math, but it wasn’t accelerated, and everything in it was a foregone conclusion, and only second-grade reading, but still was forced to have a year of alphabet lessons and three years of phonics lessons. School was a few minutes of a worksheet with no apparent purpose, followed by waiting many more minutes for everybody else to finish, and the same thing over and over again. Of course I was practically losing my mind with boredom, and continually got in trouble for talking out of turn and various other things one might do when driven crazy. Then I was subjected to corporal punishment, like that was going to fix the problem! Of course it didn’t.
For third grade, my parents switched me to another school. It didn’t have corporal punishment, but it allowed only one year of advancement in a subject. So even though I had gotten perfect grades in reading, I was ordered to take the same reading course over again, with the identical book. I went on strike because that was absurd. The teacher for that class had a giant box of cards, with stories and questions to answer on them, that we could read in our free time. The cards were sorted by grade-level, so I was excited, thinking I’d find something challenging and interesting to read. But the teacher said I had to start at the level of my reading group, the same level that had been much too easy the year before! I worked on those cards at a furious pace at every spare moment, eager to reach the level I needed. I got through at least two-and-a-half grades’ worth before the end of the year, but they were still really easy.
In math, nobody drilled me on times tables or anything like that. I had no idea I was supposed to memorize anything, or even that learning was the point of school in general. Counting to add, adding to multiply, and the like was how I got by, not realizing how it was inefficient and ridiculously bad form, just because school was so mindless.
By the time I got to junior high, I think my brain had started to atrophy; I was falling behind and beginning to get confused. In high school I was lost. Throughout school, the grammar taught was up to only second- or third-grade level, the same few bits every year mixed into ‘language arts’. American History likewise: the same barest treatment every year in ‘social studies’. World history was never taught at all. I discovered whether I worked hard and studied, or I put weak effort into assignments, didn’t study at all, and based all my test answers on logic (which I hadn’t had the opportunity to learn), I always got a C average. So I concentrated on sports.
这是假设我去上大学,因为我的计谋ldn’t do creative writing with an atrophied brain, I applied where they’d take anyone, with no essay: state school with a bad reputation. With my terrible form, I wouldn’t be able to make it in math, and everything else required writing, except art. So art was what I went into. School was a complete disaster for me. After college I worked as a graphic designer at a print shop for a few months, then got laid off, but I hadn’t been any good at it anyway. All the other jobs I was able to get were unskilled or low-skilled, and low-paying. But then I got married and had a baby, and realized I couldn’t bear to send her away to school in only a few years. So I started teaching myself in order to homeschool her. Now she’s 11 and doing well.
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About school, that’s SO TRUE! I’m an INTP, and when I was sent to kindergarten, I could read at fifth-grade level (I tested with Lexile what I had been reading back then) and could count, but if I had encountered beginning math books on my own before that, I think I would have been able to learn from them.
I was put in first-grade math, but it wasn’t accelerated, and everything in it was a foregone conclusion, and only second-grade reading, but still was forced to have a year of alphabet lessons and three years of phonics lessons. School was a few minutes of a worksheet with no apparent purpose, followed by waiting many more minutes for everybody else to finish, and the same thing over and over again. Of course I was practically losing my mind with boredom, and continually got in trouble for talking out of turn and various other things one might do when driven crazy. Then I was subjected to corporal punishment, like that was going to fix the problem! Of course it didn’t.
For third grade, my parents switched me to another school. It didn’t have corporal punishment, but it allowed only one year of advancement in a subject. So even though I had gotten perfect grades in reading, I was ordered to take the same reading course over again, with the identical book. I went on strike because that was absurd. The teacher for that class had a giant box of cards, with stories and questions to answer on them, that we could read in our free time. The cards were sorted by grade-level, so I was excited, thinking I’d find something challenging and interesting to read. But the teacher said I had to start at the level of my reading group, the same level that had been much too easy the year before! I worked on those cards at a furious pace at every spare moment, eager to reach the level I needed. I got through at least two-and-a-half grades’ worth before the end of the year, but they were still really easy.
In math, nobody drilled me on times tables or anything like that. I had no idea I was supposed to memorize anything, or even that learning was the point of school in general. Counting to add, adding to multiply, and the like was how I got by, not realizing how it was inefficient and ridiculously bad form, just because school was so mindless.
By the time I got to junior high, I think my brain had started to atrophy; I was falling behind and beginning to get confused. In high school I was lost. Throughout school, the grammar taught was up to only second- or third-grade level, the same few bits every year mixed into ‘language arts’. American History likewise: the same barest treatment every year in ‘social studies’. World history was never taught at all. I discovered whether I worked hard and studied, or I put weak effort into assignments, didn’t study at all, and based all my test answers on logic (which I hadn’t had the opportunity to learn), I always got a C average. So I concentrated on sports.
这是假设我去上大学,因为我的计谋ldn’t do creative writing with an atrophied brain, I applied where they’d take anyone, with no essay: state school with a bad reputation. With my terrible form, I wouldn’t be able to make it in math, and everything else required writing, except art. So art was what I went into. School was a complete disaster for me. After college I worked as a graphic designer at a print shop for a few months, then got laid off, but I hadn’t been any good at it anyway. All the other jobs I was able to get were unskilled or low-skilled, and low-paying. But then I got married and had a baby, and realized I couldn’t bear to send her away to school in only a few years. So I started teaching myself in order to homeschool her. Now she’s 11 and doing well.