I’m a wife, a mother, a teacher, a daughter, an aspiring author, but mostly I’m just me. When I was in grad school, I had a professor who made us all take an IQ test. The next class, he gave out the results and explained we would all be placed into groups according to our scores for an activity. I looked at the tiny number on the page and thought, “How on earth am I an straight A student in grad school if this really is my IQ?” Then I thought, “It just goes to show you. There is no validity in these test.” I looked again. “There must me a mistake. This is not my real IQ.” I nervously looked around the room as the professor rattled on and on about who knows what. I heard nothing but the thoughts rushing through my head. “Everyone is going to know you’re not smart.” “You are smart. Don’t believe this.” “This is embarrassing.” “This is ridiculous.”
Eventually the professor revealed his secret. The test was bogus and we were all given the same low number, but we all learned that sometimes labeling people isn’t fair or fun.
So, like I said, I’m just me. A me with a husband, who is a great dad. A me with 8 incredible kids. A me with a classroom full of amazing students. A me with novels to share. A me with a bald head (alopecia). And now, a me with a blog.