When I was 14 or 15, a camp counselor told me I was smart. I had never been very good in school, but he told me once that I was smart but my mind operated a little differently.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
At school, nobody thought I was smart and I became smart. Nobody wanted to be my friend and then I had lots of friends.
I wasn't a smart kid and I still don't think I'm too smart when it comes to book smart, but I was very good with what I knew and with my craft and I think that was my calling in life. But even today I never went to college.
For me, I was somebody who was a smart young guy who didn't do very well in school. The basic system of education, I didn't fit in; my intelligence was elsewhere.
I was always the black sheep of the family and always told that I was dumb, and I had a low IQ and did badly in school.
I always knew I was brainy. It struck me when I was a child that I wanted to be an adult because I never felt I belonged among children whose minds were so much simpler than mine.
In grade school I was smart, but I didn't have any friends. In high school, I quit being smart and started having friends.
I was not too smart and constantly mouthed off and didn't know anything.
Teachers started recognizing me and praising me for being smart in science and that made me want to be even smarter in science!
Smartness runs in my family. When I went to school I was so smart my teacher was in my class for five years.
I had a ninth grade teacher who told me I was much smarter and much better than I was allowing myself to be.