I am good at reading comprehension. I am good at guessing answers on tests. I am good at bullshitting essay questions.
I cannot memorize anything to save my life. I cannot remember the words to songs that I like. I cannot recite poetry. I cannot recall details of books that I have read recently, or even large parts of the plots of books I read not so recently. I cannot remember the next thing I was going to say.
When I read, I recognize and understand a very large vocabulary of words. When I speak, I stutter and stumble over words that I can’t quite recall. I forget how mnemonic devices go, and I often get them backwards. I forget things I promised to do, and I forget to check the notes that I wrote to remind myself to do things.
Oh, French, the bane of my existence! I have wanted to learn to speak French since I was very small, but I cannot get the vocabulary to stick in my head no matter what I do! It is so horribly disappointing to sit through class after class and watch others soak up a language while it takes me years to figure out basic sentences.
No, I didn’t make such hot grades in school. All of my teachers commented on how bright I was, but I couldn’t remember who they were…