I'd like to say I was smart enough to finish six grades in five years, but I think perhaps the teacher was just glad to get rid of me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had a ninth grade teacher who told me I was much smarter and much better than I was allowing myself to be.
When I was seven, I had to stay home for several weeks because of some ailment, whereupon my father elected to teach me so that I should not fall behind. In fact, he taught me in three months as much as the school taught in two years, so, on returning to school, I was shifted from grade 4 to grade 6.
I was probably the one who tattled on the class clown. To get in good with the teachers.
I knew school was stupid since the fifth grade.
I wasn't very good in academics, but I could have been if I could have studied well. I was a smart kid.
You know, I'm fairly intelligent, but I don't think my grades reflected that.
I went to a public school through sixth grade, and being good at tests wasn't cool.
I wasn't the best student. I wasn't stupid, but I wasn't paying a lot of attention.
I didn't say I was that smart, I said I went to class and I enjoyed what I was doing.
As long as my sixth graders showed an average improvement of five years, the principal and district pretty much left me alone to create my own curriculum and teach whatever I wanted.