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I mention in another post that I'm supposedly very intelligent, but have little imagination. I can learn something, but have great difficulty in applying it outside of that area or have no idea in that area whatsoever. No imagination, no creativity. I learned this in 5th grade. I had a teacher who was all into creatvity and arts, etc. We had to find pictures from a magazine to make a story. I was scared when she said this as I knew I couldn't do it. I just kept busy flipping through magazines, hoping time would run out and we'd go onto another subject or lunch. No, this was the only assignment until lunch. She went down the list and everyone told their story. She came to my name and I said I didn't have story. She skipped me, but said I had to stay in during lunch to do it. I spent my lunch going through magazines, but couldn't think of a story. She finally pulled a picture out of a magazine and said to make a story about it. It was of a sick girl with a thermometer in her mouth. The class came in from lunch and was told I was going to tell them my story. I stood in front of class and desparately tried to think of something, but couldn't. Everyone was snickering at me. I just wanted to sit down. I was considered the most intelligent student in class in terms of math, science, English, etc, so they were enjoying this moment After she tired of my fumbling attempt, she excused me. As I was walking to my seat, she said, "I guess (my name) is only smart in some subjects." Everyone laughed. It didn't help we had to write a poem each week with my pathetic attempts, which she'd read one line before tosssing it aside, or other craft projects where you could pick mine out by seeing the lack of effort and imagination that went into it. I was being bullied in the classroom and outside of it. Yet, everyone loved her. She was the "perfect" teacher and almost won an award to that affect. Because of her I hated most of my teachers because of their potential to humilate me except for my U.S. History as he appreciated someone who actually cared about the subject. I excelled, but since it was an elective, no one cared. And this pattern just keeps repeating, over and over again. When can't it just end?
Here if you want to talk.
And at the end of the day we are all different, we all have the things we are good at and the things we struggle with
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The example set was flawed, how is any child supposed to rattle off a story in front of peers.
Hugguns to you. Try Brain strorming and looking for surreal connections
Barabarian Cartland
Edgar Allen Poe-Pourit
It wasn't until college I learned to write an essay. First semester, I got stuck with someone who had no idea what to do with me. Fortunately, on my retake, my professor adjusted the assignment to allow me to write on subjects I knew about in my essays. Where some people spent weeks on a 4-10 page essay researching and drafting, I could do it in the process of writing and in only a few days, if not hours. How it's just facts, no imagination. I just knew how to research the books and articles more effectively for some reason than most people. However, considering I no longer write essays and haven't in over a decade, except for an acquaintance who desparately needed an "A" in her class, my skills have likely atrophied. Another useless skill.