Since I was old enough to walk, my parents have told me I was the smartest kid in the room. They barged their way into principals’ offices to lobby for my placement into “gifted and talented” classrooms. They scoured our local neighborhood in Madison, WI, enrolling me in whatever advanced or accelerated programs they could find.
My mom likes to use this story from when I was two years old to illustrate what she calls “innate…
