About five years ago, T repeated the IQ test. He told me my first one prior to therapy had been pretty high, and wanted to compare that result with another, and after a lot of repressed emotions had been vented.

My encounter with the first test was thwart with anxiety. I felt the tester was totally bored with the process, and wanted it over and done with.

This time I felt a little bored and couldn’t help but wonder if T ever saw me as anything more than an experiment. With a cuppa in hand, I watched his enthusiasm as he rummaged around in his brief case for the necessary paper work.

Luckily, my lack of school education didn’t effect the results. I think he skipped that part of the test.

I am not to ask why and how those questions can assess brains intellect. She reluctantly gave her best despite being poked and prodded into thinking. Self was annoyed at how knowing what a tree and fly had in common, and the meaning of one bird flying separately from the flock could mean any thing at all to anyone.

To this day, I catch my self thinking how differently my life might have been had I been able to access the full potential of brains intellect. It seems she had always been a genius.

"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere."

Albert Einstein


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