I rarely speak about my giftedness.
Mostly because very early on, I learned that being smart makes you widely unliked. But also because talking about how smart you are is considered unbecoming. It either shows a lack modesty or a desire to brag. Actually, they are both sides of the same coin. So both.
I always knew I was smart. Smarter than everybody I knew.
What I didn’t know, was how smart I really was.
For several reasons.
One, at the time I was going through elementary, middle and high school in that little Colombian town of mine, measuring IQs wasn’t a thing. I am sure the thought never occurred to any of my teachers. Continue reading