In 10th grade I had a science teacher, who had to have been fairly fresh out of college, who had a theory. I find myself revisiting that theory more often, as I am getting older. First of all, I didn't go to school a whole lot... The probability of hearing this story had the teacher not been cute, is nil to none. He was the teacher who always had a full class of students, even those who hardly attended school. Anyways, I digress... The theory he presented was that the higher a person's IQ, the less common sense that person would have. He had a story to prove his point, that involved his brother who had a high IQ. Apparently he couldn't figure out why, after running out of gas and putting 25 cents into the tank, he ran out of gas again... In the 20 or so years since he brought this possibility up, I have thought on it a lot and I really think he had a good point. Some of the smartest people out there, really have no clue when it comes to things that the majority of us, just get. Of course those with high IQ's can usually talk over the rest of us and seem to have a specialty of which can be quite complex and the rest of us would have no clue even to where to begin understanding... However, those same geniuses probably would not survive in a crisis that wasn't included in there specialty... In fact, when it came down to a crisis or emergency, the genius is usually the one who loses it and has to be knocked out for everyone else's sake... or sanity at least...
I figure it this way. If you are a genius, you can have a specialty that will make you enough money that you don't have to think when something comes up.. If you are of a normal range IQ, you will face situations that you have to dig your own butt out of.
I figure it this way. If you are a genius, you can have a specialty that will make you enough money that you don't have to think when something comes up.. If you are of a normal range IQ, you will face situations that you have to dig your own butt out of.
BTW, a tid bit about the only other thing I really remember about that science class is when he was making keys scream on dry ice and I passed out. I was pretty far along in my pregnancy and embarrassed as all get out. He asked if I wanted to stay through the next class to recover, in a chair that was truly at the front of the class.. I declined and on my way to the office, as soon as I left his class and got into the hall, I passed out again... I was 16 and mortified. Thank heavens that period, of time, in my life is over...
