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Deleted member 6537
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Ever since I was.. 6 years old, I was classed as a "gifted child" by my parents, and most people I've met. I think they thought so since I was able to hold a conversation about ancient civilizations and languages and the such, and that I developed an American accent and that my manner of speech and the words I use were not expected of a 6 year old Arab. My dad a lot of the time would take me somewhere with his friends and we'd discuss whateverthehell. This 'brand" added a lot of pressure on me scholastically, being forced to go to school every day even though I hated going there for 8 hours a day. Of course I am happy being classed as "gifted" because I feel a strong bond towards it, if that makes sense. If I didn't have the hobbies I do and didn't explore my own psyche I would probably be much more depressed. Call it cope.
They knew I loved learning, they did, but I don't love learning when it's forced into me and I have to work according to someone else's standards. Just let me be and I'll enjoy learning.
They knew I loved learning, they did, but I don't love learning when it's forced into me and I have to work according to someone else's standards. Just let me be and I'll enjoy learning.