I R Smarty Enough!
So today at work I was bored and stumbled upon this web site that's supposed to test your IQ. Of course I'm curious and decide to go through it just to see how "intellimigent" I am. I only took the first one, and it took a grueling lunch hour to complete the test, and there was a lot of 2D to 3D visualizations that gave me a minor throbbing headache. Towards the end, I started rushing through the test because I wanted to get it over with.
And I got:
126-140 means I'm gifted. I barely made it! I'm STOKED!! Note where the triangle resides on the graph. Eh? Eh??? Take THAT! I'm smart! I'm intelligent! *I* can join that...International High IQ Society...(ooOOoooh, sounds all hoity-doity) IF I Wanted to *nods* Here's proof I are smarty enough to play D&D!! *dancing*
But as the dust settled, and within seconds, I felt that sense of accomplishment dwindle from my brain - I had skipped through some of the questions! However, the test does not allow blank answers, you MUST answer...so in effect, I had made guesses. Who's to say I made lucky guesses? Does being a genius include luck? And, who determined this test to be a measure of your IQ? A lot of the questions were about visualizing 2D into 3Ds, imagination, some old high school puzzles, etc. Just because I have good memory of what I learned back in high school, I am smart? Who remembers the volume of a cylinder? And btw, I referred to "volume" as "area" first...GAAH! If this were a test on history, I'd fail PATHETICALLY.
BTW, this means NOTHING irl. So what if I recognize patterns, or the fact that I played Bombastic recently and know that opposite faces of a 6-sided die add up to 7? I know I can vizualize things better than my co-workers and kick Dave's ass in Lumines, but so what? In the end who cares?
I've always thought of myself as the "air-headed genius" or the "smartest air-head", ever since high school, when I did well on tests, but couldn't explain/teach other people well - I hated getting called on in class. And btw, it's not like I got A+ grades there. Does it prove true to me I because I beat the society requirement by 1 point? ...ah, I guess I was always right, wooo-fuckng-hoo!
One thing I do remember from my 131 class is that the professor said "Want to make a genius sound stupid? Ask him how he knows what he knows." And it hit me like a punch in the groin. I can never explain what I know. When studying with my classmates over math (my strongest subject) I'd know the steps, but not why they were done that way. This communication problem carried over to social life. It's hard to explain what I'm thinking - I usually feel the emotion first and don't know why. Then I analyze it, and when I can explain it, I usually feel relieved. Even then, when I'm trying to express myself, I jumble the words, and people don't get where I'm coming from.
And so at the end of this, I recognize it as an over-analyzation in itself, which I like to do, just for the hell of it. And I realize, IQ is overrated and useless, especially since it does nothing for you, and especially if it limits your thinking due to some measly number someone else assigns you based on your answers. What is the point of IQ? To measure your so-called "intelligence" in comparison with the rest of the population to see where you stand. And once you do? BIG DEAL.
I mean, how dare THEY tell me if I'm smart or not. However, to find the same sort of kindred soul that has wasted their braincells memorizing/reguritating formulas provides some comfort to me - a sense of relief that I'm not the only one that has wasted their braincells with useless info (of course it's relative, some people are actually using calculus in their line of work. I do realize that Tim!)
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I went to my co-worker to rant about my realization. He nods his head in agreement - geniuses have problems expressing themselves and would be impatient during the act. Then he proceeds to complain about his upcoming GMAT, and illustrate to me supplementary and complementary angles. "Supplementary angles add up to 180 degrees", he says, "and complementary angles are the opposite angles formed by 2 lines crossing."
I start frowning. "Complementary angles add up to 90 degrees," I said. But he was confident with his answer and stood by it. So I excused myself for 10 seconds and found a page of math definitions and slapped him in the face with it. No, no, I don't mean in a nasty way where I looked down on him or anything like that. But in a disgusted way as in, "what the hell is this doing in my brain??? Why don't I have more useful stuffs???"
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And in the end, I'll just accept this score, and just shake my head and chuckle. Because I actually wasted an hour of my life, and it hasn't helped me become a better person or anything like that.
SCREW YOU HIGH IQ SOCIETY!!! AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOOOOO!!
And I got:
126-140 means I'm gifted. I barely made it! I'm STOKED!! Note where the triangle resides on the graph. Eh? Eh??? Take THAT! I'm smart! I'm intelligent! *I* can join that...International High IQ Society...(ooOOoooh, sounds all hoity-doity) IF I Wanted to *nods* Here's proof I are smarty enough to play D&D!! *dancing*
But as the dust settled, and within seconds, I felt that sense of accomplishment dwindle from my brain - I had skipped through some of the questions! However, the test does not allow blank answers, you MUST answer...so in effect, I had made guesses. Who's to say I made lucky guesses? Does being a genius include luck? And, who determined this test to be a measure of your IQ? A lot of the questions were about visualizing 2D into 3Ds, imagination, some old high school puzzles, etc. Just because I have good memory of what I learned back in high school, I am smart? Who remembers the volume of a cylinder? And btw, I referred to "volume" as "area" first...GAAH! If this were a test on history, I'd fail PATHETICALLY.
BTW, this means NOTHING irl. So what if I recognize patterns, or the fact that I played Bombastic recently and know that opposite faces of a 6-sided die add up to 7? I know I can vizualize things better than my co-workers and kick Dave's ass in Lumines, but so what? In the end who cares?
I've always thought of myself as the "air-headed genius" or the "smartest air-head", ever since high school, when I did well on tests, but couldn't explain/teach other people well - I hated getting called on in class. And btw, it's not like I got A+ grades there. Does it prove true to me I because I beat the society requirement by 1 point? ...ah, I guess I was always right, wooo-fuckng-hoo!
One thing I do remember from my 131 class is that the professor said "Want to make a genius sound stupid? Ask him how he knows what he knows." And it hit me like a punch in the groin. I can never explain what I know. When studying with my classmates over math (my strongest subject) I'd know the steps, but not why they were done that way. This communication problem carried over to social life. It's hard to explain what I'm thinking - I usually feel the emotion first and don't know why. Then I analyze it, and when I can explain it, I usually feel relieved. Even then, when I'm trying to express myself, I jumble the words, and people don't get where I'm coming from.
And so at the end of this, I recognize it as an over-analyzation in itself, which I like to do, just for the hell of it. And I realize, IQ is overrated and useless, especially since it does nothing for you, and especially if it limits your thinking due to some measly number someone else assigns you based on your answers. What is the point of IQ? To measure your so-called "intelligence" in comparison with the rest of the population to see where you stand. And once you do? BIG DEAL.
I mean, how dare THEY tell me if I'm smart or not. However, to find the same sort of kindred soul that has wasted their braincells memorizing/reguritating formulas provides some comfort to me - a sense of relief that I'm not the only one that has wasted their braincells with useless info (of course it's relative, some people are actually using calculus in their line of work. I do realize that Tim!)
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I went to my co-worker to rant about my realization. He nods his head in agreement - geniuses have problems expressing themselves and would be impatient during the act. Then he proceeds to complain about his upcoming GMAT, and illustrate to me supplementary and complementary angles. "Supplementary angles add up to 180 degrees", he says, "and complementary angles are the opposite angles formed by 2 lines crossing."
I start frowning. "Complementary angles add up to 90 degrees," I said. But he was confident with his answer and stood by it. So I excused myself for 10 seconds and found a page of math definitions and slapped him in the face with it. No, no, I don't mean in a nasty way where I looked down on him or anything like that. But in a disgusted way as in, "what the hell is this doing in my brain??? Why don't I have more useful stuffs???"
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And in the end, I'll just accept this score, and just shake my head and chuckle. Because I actually wasted an hour of my life, and it hasn't helped me become a better person or anything like that.
SCREW YOU HIGH IQ SOCIETY!!! AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOOOOO!!