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Originally Posted by alphabassettgrrl
Figured the teacher was the one who determined my grade, not my classmates.
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This is where my smarts disconnected with the path they could have taken me on. I never cared what my grades were, I knew whether I knew the subject and that was good enough for me.
So I never did homework once I'd done enough to assure myself I knew it. Once I understood how to solve quadratic equations, doing it 20 more times didn't serve me any additional purpose. I'd do more work on research in history classes than most but put no effort in writing the papers.
So I'd lose all those points and then ace the tests. Getting good grades in high school is about the easiest thing in the world but I still graduated with a bit more than a 3.0 average. Then repeated in college and to a lesser extent grad school (lesser because there was less "homework" in grad school).
What's weird is I had no problem keeping my "brilliance" to myself at school (where at least some people would have been interested in seeing it) but it took me years and years to rein in showing it in social interactions where nobody was interested in seeing it (and I still lose the reins on that too often).