Apparently I’m pretty good at taking tests; I’ve consistently scored well above average on just about every test throughout my academic career. Yes, I was in the “gifted” program at school. Scored in the top 5% of the nation in the SATs, whatever that is supposed to mean. Won a spelling bee in 7th grade. Pennsylvania Governor’s School for the Arts in 11th grade. Won this award, that award, scholarships yadda yadda yadda. I probably know far more about dinosaurs and basic evolutionary history than most people, since dinosaur art is my freelance specialty. I’ve taken a variety of so-called IQ tests and tend to score between 120 and 160, depending on how much math is involved…So forth and so on…
But I can’t for the life of me do any math right now beyond the basics of figuring out how much of a tip to leave or how much change I should be getting back from my $20. I know there’s something called the “FOIL” method of figuring out something which might be a “quadratic equation” (if that even exists; it may very well have been something I dreamed about once) and it goes “First, Outside, Inside, Last” in reference to the order that you work out the equation…but I could not in a million years recall how or why I would actually apply it. I honestly would not recognize a quadratic equation if it bit me on the ass. I wouldn’t be able to figure one out even if I was offered my heart’s desire as a reward. I can barely remember how to figure out the area of basic geometric shapes, never mind the volume of solids. I think that acceleration due to gravity is something like 32ft/second/second or something like that, until terminal velocity is reached, but I have no idea how to figure that out. On a good day I can remember how to work with fractions properly. If someone put a gun to my head right now and demanded that I define what sine, cosine, tangent, cotangent, and whatever other weird terms I’m forgetting here are, I’d be dead. Amazingly, I somehow scored well enough on the PSATs and SATs to have very good scores despite my poor retention of mathematical knowledge. I must have purged all of that math for the sake of memorizing song lyrics or something.
I absolutely fucking despise those logic problems that go: “Shaggy is taller than Velma. Velma is shorter than Fred and Daphne, but taller than Scooby. If Fred is taller than Daphne, then what is Scrappy?” (Answer: a horrific goddamn annoyance)
I can remember the basic order that certain periods of art history occurred, but right now off the top of my head I couldn’t give you even a close approximation of the years that Leonardo da Vinci lived in or if he was a contemporary of Caravaggio, even though I am a huge fan of both artists.
I do well with letter substitution cyphers, crossword puzzles, and creative endeavors like art, music, practical problem solving, and writing…well, creative writing, anyway. My attempts at essays tend to meander about on various side quests and follow something of a stream of consciousness style of organization.
I don’t think I’m stupid at all; it’s just that I have somewhat specialized knowledge and skills. Depending on what categories there are, I can either run the board at Jeopardy! or sit there like one of the poor saps that Jay Leno interviews for his “JayWalking” segments.
All of that being said, I think I may, in fact, be a genius in the most impressive sense of the word. Or perhaps a prophet of God. I’ll let you know if that turns out to be true. It might just be the beer talking now…