I took the idea from Playing school, irreverently (link to come)
I cannot remember much, except being uncoordinated with scissors. And messy with writing.
Good at math, messy, and often bored. A voracious reader.
Lazy, bored, and with terrible social skills. I was the go-to guy if you wanted to tease somebody, as a result, I looked at the floor at lot. Great at math, and still reading like a madman. I would read anything, anytime.
My first experience with a large school–I kept to myself. By this time, I had realized that the actual learning was easy, and I was bored academically. I still did well at math, but got interested in history, and some social sciences. I went to a free high-school, and was easily intimidated by all the other ‘smart’ and loud students. I probably talked seriously to anyone else less then about 20 times in high school. I spend a large part of my freshman year at the public library reading novels–skipping school to do so.
For the first time, the material was difficult, and I did not adjust well the first few years. I loosened up socially, but still tended to look at the floor a lot. I choose a major based on ‘getting a job,’ not on intellectual interest. In my senior year, I took courses in what I was interested in and suddenly school ‘clicked.’ I carried around a hard-sided brief case–I can only imagine how nerdy I looked.
At first, I was completely intimidated by all the other students. But I outworked them, and found out how much enjoy the ideas in my field. Most of what I was learning seemed to be intuitive and fascinating; I found ‘flow.’ I also met other people with similar intellectual histories, and it was exhilarating. For me, grad school was a lot of fun, even when I was broke. It was the first time that I really felt like a star student. Now I realize that I should have spent less time on the fun stuff and more time on learning how to write. But gosh it was fun to learn, and everything fit together so nicely.