2658 She’s Got Her There.
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Power Stone! Now there is a CAPCOM game I haven’t played in years!
“POWERFUL!”
“OH NO!”
Speaking about the comic: who better to know a weird person than a weird person? Sometimes it really does take one to know one.
Possibly a missing “do” after “wanted to” in the first speech bubble of the second panel.
“Wanted to do whatever brother did” is usually a younger sibling thing.
I wonder if Jess has ever told Ed that.
That would be a convo, fer sherr – perhaps Ed wishes *he* could have had ballet, and ceramics, and whatever else his sister was put into?
@valdvin “Wanted to whatever brother did”
dunno why but that typo made me laugh
Disassociation is a hell of a drug. Sometimes you’re so uncomfortable in your own skin that you need to step outside of it for a bit. Hugs to Jo and those like her; I See you. (but in a good way)
I will fully admit to having the same answer.
It is kinda weird, but it usually works. The thing for me was that it didn’t pay to be smart. Extra work, getting beat up, teachers getting mad when i correct them… so on and so forth. So… just act dumb.
This is an answer I see a lot of people use, and one I wish I could bring myself to use once in a while. Showing your capabilities so often leads to being taken advantage of.
Samesies. In 4th grade I was taking too much flak for being a smart kid, looked around and was like, I would like to have friends and apparently this is how you get them. Turns out being super inauthentic can also drive people away.
For my part, I didn’t go all the way and act dumb, but I did end up not trying very hard either; in my family, you either did good enough, or you didn’t. So as long as I was “good enough” that’s all I had to do. Working to do better didn’t gain me anything, so I did just enough work to keep my grades up and then screwed around with my free time. I’d skip projects that sounded dumb because my grades were high enough to absorb even a big zero. All in all, I developed habits of procrastination and laziness–really didn’t help me when I finally got far enough into college that I couldn’t coast along anymore, and I had no idea how to apply myself, pace myself, take good notes, etc.
Oh do I know this story all too well. I was… what was the term they used back then? Yes, “GT”. Which sounds now like I was the sequel to Dragon Ball Z. By third grade I had read literally every library book my school district owned, taken all of the AR tests, and by mid-year was basically too far ahead to fall behind anymore. My best friend was smart too, although he never had the burn-out I got so he’s got a PH.D. in astrophysics now and my most recent job was as a waiter. Fourth grade ruined me. Rote memorization destroyed my education from that point on. I had a teacher in fourth grade that insisted that the only way to learn multiplication was to memorize the times tables. My insane ability to read and process, it turns out, comes from moderate to severe ADHD. I was not diagnosed because the school was trash about kids with any kind of disability and told my mom that the only accommodation at the time was to put me in special ed with the severely ID, as we call it now, kids. Memorization didn’t work in my case, and I at first just answered the questions my own way. But my way took a few seconds longer than just memorizing the answers, so they thought I was struggling. Then they wanted us to show how we got our answers, so I wrote down how I got my answer and it was the wrong way to find the answer. They insisted I was wrong and at some points said I was lying about getting the answers and I must have cheated, even though I could explain my answers.
I just gave up on math.
The fact that they called me a cheater ruined me. I barely got by in math after that, and the subject dragged my overall grades the rest of my school years. I was still excellent in other subjects, but I just stopped caring over time, settling into a nice, comfortable b or c average. I could do that without even trying and never had to worry about being called a cheater again.
From there on I just got bored with school because I was giving enough effort to be in GT anymore, but I was way too smart for that crappy school’s regular classes. I wound up scraping by most of the time with last minute papers and bare bones homework. Never made up for the lost time in Math. Every report card for years included the phrase “Smart but lazy” at least once. I wasn’t lazy, I gave up. I didn’t have anyone that could understand and help me with it. My mom, bless her soul, wanted to, but she was raised in the “mental health is an excuse” generation here in Texas, a state that STILL doesn’t seem to care about kids mental health.
So, yeah. It sucks. I got really good at writing for a while. That was cool, but not really useful in any class but English.
I’m rambling again.
From your description of the methods you used to manage in math, and later didn’t use, I think you had the makings of a real mathematician. We understand instead of memorize.
The “Mental health is an excuse” creed adapted by your mom’s generation shows the level of bigotry that generation had towards those type of people with mental health. You have my condolences, Klangadin.