Growing up, there were three main traits that I considered to be the perfect summation of who I was.
- a redhead,
- a dancer, and
- a smart kid- gifted, to be exact.
I may have been a truly nice kid, but I’m going to admit that I wore that gifted label proudly, and I let everyone I met know that I was “special.” I loved school, my teachers loved me, and I cruised through my senior year like I’d done it a million times. Continue reading “3 Ways My Gifted/AP Education Made Me Stupid”