[frontaLobotomy]

Being totally unaware that a lot of the girls seemed to really like me.

Having teachers underestimate my intellect because I spent most of the lesson looking out the window, only to finish top of the class when test time came along.

[CrudeHypothesis]

When my entire bedroom wall was covered in post-it notes, detailing a strategy I made to get the girl I liked.

[Panorama]

1. Getting in trouble in the 6th grade for being so bored in class that I started reading a book.

2. Being told by one of my mathematics instructors in high school that I was trying to learn "too quickly."

[sed0007]

A fifth-grade teacher used my exuberance against me. We had to write a poem for Easter, and I felt mine was very good. I raised my hand and asked if we would each be reading them aloud.

"No", she said, "but I insist you read yours right now.". Balloon popped. I never showed precociousness again.

[Morshu]

I got the nickname "map man" after I won our schools National Geography Bee competition and went to the state bee three years in a row

My second grade teacher would grade our math worksheets, and everyone that got an A, got to go to recess early. I think I got out early nearly every day

Also, my grade school had a spelling bee competition for 3-8 grades with 6 or 7 of the other area schools, and I won it 4 out of 6 years

With the spelling and geography bee, I never really studied for them, I just picked up books and read them, spent my free time studying maps etc. and just accumulated all that stuff over the years. Yet I was very bad at memorizing things that I was forced to memorize in school, such as the names of the presidents.

I would also sometimes tell my parents I didn't feel like going to school because I wasn't learning anything, or when they asked my if I did my homework, I would say no, because I already knew how to do it,a nd homework was just a waste of time and effort

[Eves]

I have a couple.

I don't remember what grade I was in, but it had to be between 1st grade and 3rd grade. I recall giving up recess so I could write out my notes in perfect handwriting, the teacher sent to peak once too for writing too slow because I was focused on good penmanship.

Another time in 8th grade my class created a petition (which all of them singed) so I wouldn't participate in the history class "Jeopardy". Once I beat nearly the entire class with only one other girl in my group, who didn't really raise her hand.

[sed0007]

Ditto. It's fun when they hate you.

[jbusic]

Being goody two shoes, yet being despised by teachers for my individualism.

[stopwinking]

Here's a cool link that is not specifically about school but I couldn't find a more apropos place to post it.It's very simple and straight forward in it's explanations of MBTI

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- In school, I was always asking 'why?' even of my peers.

Peer: "Let's go play doctor behind the bushes."
Me:"Why?"
Cool Kid:"Okay."
Peer in the changing rooms later:"Stop staring at me while I'm changing."
Me:"Why?"
I still don't 'get' the difference,completely...one has to do with relating and subversion and one has to do with genuine curiosity? Acceptance and invitation? Humanism and objectification?

-My family's nick-name for me (despite my being female) was 'Pierre' from Maurice Sendak's character whose catch phrase was "I don't care"

-A common favored 'game' of my siblings and friendlier peers(who I still feel odd referencing as 'friends') was: To jump out at me to see my reaction, or at least to try to illicit one.

-I was good friends with at least three of my teachers over my basic schooling career. I ate lunch with them and invited them to birthday parties, but rarely completed all assignments or read all required reading. We did have long discussions about the lessons, though,and they volunteered to be job and college references.

-Despite my poor homework completion, my teachers always recommended I remain in Honors classes-except in Maths.

-A common statement from my teachers to myself during my schooling has always been " You explain it." When they ask the class for feed back on a topic they are trying to teach.

-I helped a lot of my peers and had people clap whole-heartedly for me at ceremonies but I ate lunch alone for about 99% of all that time,often not at all, staying in the library or thinking in a secret nook I had found.

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	Originally Posted by Subverted To view links or images in this forum your post count must be 2 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
	I had the *exact* thing happen to me all through middle and highschool. That was one of the most frustrating things about math/science classes for me.

Originally Posted by xwalka :

" One time in sixth grade math I asked my teacher why we had to show our work when we could do it in our head. She said that I couldn't do it in my head and I, quite shocked, assured her that I could."


Me three.Treble that.Then thrice it.

[Saggita]

I was always the weirdo with crushes on fictional characters instead of real people. As in my girlfriends would say "I am going to marry the boy over there." And I would reply: "Snape is my husband".

Not kidding. Until this day, the wallpaper of my phone is a fanart of him. And several of wallpapers on my laptop. I am still that weirdo.

And some teachers, whose subjects were easy, took me for air head until they saw my grades.

[Heretic121]

Well, the school structure is somewhat different in the UK.
In my time at Senior School (12/13 - 16 year olds), most, if not all, of my teachers had "given up" on me and decided that I was never going to do as I was asked. I'd just sit there in class, with my head on the desk, "sleeping". However, I wasn't actually sleeping. I was just waiting for them to move onto the next topic. I always had the problem, in most of my subjects, that I would understand a new topic within 15 - 30 minutes, that would take the rest of the class at least two hour long lessons. It left me feeling bored, and depressed. I would never write things down in a book because I abhor writing, simply because I can't write fast enough to keep up with my thoughts, but I still knew all I needed to know. I used to do my "friends" work in maths because it was something to do, which was odd as I couldn't do my own but I guess I enjoyed helping out said "friends". My teachers would always remark upon the fact that I knew everything I needed to but that I just needed to put it down on paper. I, also, remember correcting my junior school (7 - 12 year olds) teachers in English, and Maths, when they would get the most basic answers wrong.

When I moved onto college (16 - 18 year olds [roughly]), I spent my first year with an amazing tutor for my main class, System Support(Computers), who had a very good understanding of my A.D.D., which is probably one of the reasons why I'm an INTJ (My A.D.D. Not the lecturer), I gained her trust and ended up being her personal technical consultant in classes, and helping fix any number of problems. She ended up giving me a distinction for the course (The highest grade I could get).

Oh, and in another course at some point later on in my life (I think I was about 19? Maybe 20) I ended up teaching a class about the DOS command line, because the lecturer was busy with paperwork.

Think that about sums it up....

[crazyshoots]

In elementary school I performed well without supervision and it didn't matter to my parents what I was doing - they just seem to think I'd constantly perform well and didn't care so I wanted to do something to make them notice me like the attention they gave to my elder brother. I failed almost all my subjects in high school and only paid attention when I was under a dare.

1) My high school literature teacher forced me to do a test when I was on medical leave and think I'm pretending to be sick just to avoid taking the test. I took the test, got the highest score and what did she do? She being a dramatic person decided to perform for the class and said "Oh! And guess what! crazyshoots got the highest score!" while acting like a total imbecile.

2) My grades gotten so bad I was given a choice to either 'demote' to a lower level of education stream or continue in my current stream. I knew I had to buck up but knew I might not be able to catch up in time (imagine people spending 3 years to learn all that stuffs and I had to catch up in 1 year which I'm not confident of) so I opted for the lower stream which gave me another year to catch up. Not bad.. within 6months I've caught up and among the tops.

[jjthomson]

In grade 4 we used to play this spelling game called around the world, where one person would stand and rotate around the rest of the class (who remained seated). At each person you had to spell a word and if you got it wrong you sat down and they got to stand and start travelling. Needless to say I dominated and never sat down or gave anyone else a chance to play. That is until the teacher mispronounced a word, ending my reign.

[Nytro]

That time when my teacher ordered me to write out "I will not waste time" (or something like that - my corrections of his grammar use evidently got on his nerves) 150 times. The next day at the beginning of school I walked up to him with a sheet of typed paper - I had typed the sentence out once and used the copy/paste. His words to me went something like this:
"I told you to write it out, not type it. You completely missed the whole point of this exercise! Do it again."
To which I, of course, replied:
"That would waste more time."
And walked off to my next lesson.

[Mohammad]

In a general knowledge group contest, the teacher asked 'What does 'BASIC' stand for?' My team captain held his head in his hands in desperation, yet I answered correctly without flinching.
His head jerked up.
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[Chataine]

In school I learned quickly which teachers would give me the leeway to make your own assignment. I wrote an essay on swords that I found so interesting that it was several pages than the assignment was supposed to be and I was docked marks for not following the 'rules'.

In grade 2 I thought it was useless to learn how to spell the names of colours so I leaned over an copied the girls paper beside me. But I wasn't very good a subterfuge so I was caught right away.
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In fact most of my younger school years I remember the teacher sending work home for my parents to drill me in because I didn't see the point in learning it...

[Alubag]

I was always good at english in elementary school (not an english native speaker) and we used to have these English "mini-tests" every week with about 10-12 english words that we were supposed to memorize and be able to spell correctly. I always nailed these tests 100%. We also recieved bonus points (little stars) for each synonym we could come up with, and i was very good at this as well. One time when we were being handed the results of our tests, our teacher praised me for my great results in front of the class and asked me how i usually studied for the tests. It went something like this:

Teacher: "How do you get such good results? How do you study? Do you read the words in swedish first, then look at the corresponding words in english?"
Me: "Uhh, yeah, that's how i do it"

The thing was, i never studied! I got most of my english skills from reading, TV and video games :D
At most, i read through the words once or twice in school, but i never did any studying at home like we were supposed to do.

PS: I am aware of the fact that i don't capitalize my "I"s, unless of course it's at the beginning of a sentence. This is because i think it's pointless, and because it seems to me as a way of elevating myself, like i would need to capitalize me whenever i mention myself.

[ReneeRa]

In my childhood i never spent time with the neighbours my age, i prefered to hide in the garden in the back of my block and pretend i'm a witch, i would make up scenarios and prepare 'potions' using mud, rain water. My parents found it odd the fact that the only one i enjoyed talkng to was a vagabond dog.

Somewhere in the 3'rd grade i had a respiratory blockage, suspected to be an asthma attack, and as it as considered to be based on stress, i was sent to a psychologist. the psychologist, the woman i respect so much, found me a special kid and got really atached to me. i was the only pacient invited to her wedding.

I find connotations in e v e r y t h i n g, i dissesct every gesture.

People that got to know me(a very few) told me i'm different, unique, 'precious' and they can't figure out why i don't find my place, why i'm lonely and judged despite my sense of humour and kindness.

i've always been seen as a barby doll, considered arrogant, shallow. these tags really harmed me because i didn't see their roots in my behavior.

whenever i entered a new group , those with lots of energy, vulgarity or appearant normal teenagers, i felt so fake about me because i was trying to imitate their ways of being to fit in.i wasn't conscious about my chameleonic, visibly fake and uncomfortable bahaviour.

i graduated gymnasium as the veledictorian of my promotion.

i reached the national stage at the Romanian Language Olympics. It would take space to string all my 1st place diplomas from drawing, drama, poetry, writing competitions.

people always told me to talk normally, without terms gathered from the dictionary, not to tangle my tongue, to reeelaaax. i would stare at them and ask wth are they talking about.

and there are more things puzzling my authentic INTJ-human-being-character.

[Atamagahen]

I've memorized the periodic table of elements and atomic data around 7th grade, despite it not being necessary. (My favorite is mercury, or as displayed on the table, Hg. Element numer 80. Atomic mass of 200.59. Boiling point: 356.58 celcius, ectetera).

I found that I'd ace every class that I had interest in with ease (Literature, world history, science). Yet at the same time, I was and still am stubborn and would get very low grades on classes I didn't care much about, such as math. Oh, how I dread math.

I was one of the top spellers in school. I found many words given at the spelling bees I've attended were fairly simple, yet most students seemed to be struggling with them. I haven't joined a spelling bee as a competitor, I never liked being in front of a large amount of people.

At recess, I would either play alone or with one person I knew quite well. I often would just stay in and read though.

I'm no expert on MBTI, so those scenarios I've given may not have been INTJ-specific, but there they are.

[MJ4LYFE]

	Originally Posted by Subverted To view links or images in this forum your post count must be 2 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
	I had the *exact* thing happen to me all through middle and highschool. That was one of the most frustrating things about math/science classes for me.

Same here. When I was in Chemistry in the 10th grade (now a college Freshman), I was able to solve most Stoichiometry problems in my head, or with very little work. I hope you know what Stoichiometry is.

[Wolflord11]

In middle school i was always either trying to sleep through classes which i grasped the material in, reading books about subjects (World war 2 and military theories mainly) while the teacher taught us on other random things i cared little for. I was probably the only kid in my elementary school who could tell you all about World War 2, and how different generals could have won battles had they done a,b,c.

[Genotipe]

The last semester I took an optative subjet about how to properly speak in public. We had to give an speech to the rest of the class about anything we wanted, in groups of 2-5 people. When the teacher explained this, I asked: "is it possible to do it alone?". Luckily he let me. And it saved me a lot of time. I hate group tasks, a real waste of time.

[choi]

Got in trouble for reading during a mandatory pep rally.

Walked out of my home room (this is post-Columbine, so our faux security made that a big no-no) after being harassed by the boys in my class. Later I had to go talk to the vice principle about it, and instead of the expected reprimanding he was bizarrely accommodating, based entirely on my GPA. I ended up with my own homeroom-- an empty classroom where I read in the mornings.

I used to correct my social studies teacher's grammar during lecture. I'm pretty sure he hated me. I regret doing that; I was a rude little shit. Still, the man was raised by an English teacher.

[Jesseh]

All I can say is that in school I wouldn't even skip classes unless teachers let me, some would just say "I know you know this" and let me go wander off and draw on my other teachers dry erase board. I got away with murder. I didn't like being called on but teachers read my test scores so they would call on me anyway, and we would throw our backpacks onto the science tables we were lighting on fire.

I was offered spaces in the cool group several times, I did not know that it was important to my horror later when I would be harassed and then verbally break a person apart to the point I think they probably started cutting themselves.

I did whatever I wanted, dressed how I wanted, except a few things my mother didn't allow, and started trends.

I had no idea I was popular.

Now I want to go back in time and say, "Take advantage of it you idiot."

[Norpiper]

In 12th grade government class the teacher showed pictures( overhead projector days) of various things and we were supposed to rate them from 1-5, one being good and 5 bad. Then after the results were in she read off how many votes were for each picture.
When the statue of liberty came up she said, 28 number ones, and one number 5. Everyone but me booed in the class and the others made all sorts of rude comments about the person who voted 5. Of course that was me. I calmly stood up and said, " they just spent 300 million dollars renovating a statue, and there are people going hungry in that same city. Which is more important."
They all grumbled till I said, " you're all brainwashed to such a degree you're pathetic."