My pretty little head is all in a whirl here.
I was told I had taken an IQ test back in elementary school. (maybe it was the Stanford-Binet?–that name rings a distant bell). This was in either 4th, 5th or 6th grade (I can tell you which classroom it was in the building, but not which grade it was. I can’t seem to dredge up the memory of which teacher administered it).
But here is where it gets interesting. The teacher, once the results were in, told us that she could not tell us our scores, but that she had to leave the classroom for a few minutes (this was back in the late 60s-early 70s when teachers could and did leave classrooms for whole minutes at a time) and that the scores were on her desk.
Of course, Tommy K., David T. and a few others went up to her desk as soon as she left the room and peaked. I was shy, scared of my own shadow and afraid of authority. Tommy K came to my desk and said that he knew that the teacher wanted us to know our scores, she just was getting around the “don’t tell” part, so I went up to look.
Just to get this out of the way, my score was 126. I thought I was dumb, because Tommy K’s was 145. (we were in the same reading group all through elementary. I had a huge crush on him for years. Turns out he was gay and is most likely dead now from the 80s AIDS epidemic.
Sorry, I’m digressing). I still don’t consider myself Dope smart, but perhaps I am only intimidated by the snark here? Sorry, another digression…
Now, I never went into a room and had hours long testing with strange adults in my life (not alone, anyway). OK, I have never had my IQ truly tested. So, what was this score? An approximation? An equivalency? I’m not being falsely modest here–I’m not all that smart in many areas. My math skills would lead some of you to tear your hair out, after you stop wetting yourself from laughter. I don’t consider myself all that logical–I hate problems like if Tim wears only green hats and Debbie is gay, what color hat does Frieda like if she is having Tim’s baby?
Actually I’m at a point in my life where I have two warring factions in my head: complete despair at doing anything with my life,* ever*, and an apathy so wide and deep it cannot be crossed. But this thread piqued my interest, so I have a question for all the IQ experts out there:
What good does it do 1. to know your IQ and 1. what application does it have? I see no point in the damned test at all, unless it can be applied in some practical way. And why do equivalencies with other tests if they are not accurate? IOW, what’s if for?
As for the premise that intelligence should be used for good–the jerk within me asks, why? If one is athletic, does that mean one must play sports? If gifted in music, be a musician? I have to go libertarian here and say that intelligence should be used to ensure the individual’s wellbeing and happiness first, then others, if desired. Sure, it’d be nice and that person would be well regarded, but it is not a requirement of life that you used your intelligence to help the world. I agree with you, Olive4, in theory, but…(there was a time when I did think that with great privilege came great responsibility. Now I’m not so sure).