Lives on the Boundary
Gifted! What does it mean to be a gifted anyway? All I remember is being young and watching three or four of the most beautiful and popular girls being taken away twice away for “gifted classes!” These gifted girls intrigued me; I’d ponder about the places they were going and the things they were doing. I’d mostly just wonder why I was not considered gifted. It didn’t help my self esteem that I was not only NOT gifted but I was also sent to the reading van once a week! There I was, a young girl, watching her most popular peers bask in the glory of the gifted class while she is left behind the shining social scene and stuck in the reading van trying to sort my p’s and q’s. I was hardly stupid. I’m quite sure now that my potential was equivocal to that of the gifted children but I had emotional distractions, and I was far too young to realize how much they really affected me! Instead of joining my peers and discussing the “hot couple” of the week, my mind was focused on dark reality that burned into my sensitive soul! I was dealing with the illness and the inevitable death of my mother. I was lucky though, luckier than a lot of people so I’m not going to chatter continuously about that part of my life. My point is my scholastic potential was not recognized because I was too distracted from achieving it! I’m only babbling on about this because I’ve been reading Lives on the Boundary by M. Rose. I’ll stop here and let you ponder the ponder worthy bits of life!
Farwell
April
Farwell
April