ISO Wisdom (various Psalms)
I told my husband last night that something terribly obvious had escaped me all my life (or maybe I’ve forgotten it in my rapidly advancing “old” age). No! Please don’t ask me; you would laugh and think me rather clueless. But then again, I am rather clueless quite often and have thought of myself as such for most of my life. When I was in the fifth grade, several of my classmates were tested for the “gifted” program, meaning if we qualified, we would be pulled out of regular classes at various times and our classes would be supplemented in different ways over the remaining seven years of school. For testing, we were taken to a small room one at a time over a period of a few weeks. We were shown pictures (ink blot tests if I remember correctly, which again is doubtful), asked questions, given problems to solve—the full battery of tests. Somehow, I came out on the “winning” side and was slapped with the label of being “gifted.” Somehow, other truly brilliant people I matriculated wit