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Edited on Mon Mar-22-10 01:14 AM by LeftyMom
I was in gifted programs with some extremely, freakishly smart kids, some of whom were very talented in other areas as well, when I was growing up. As a rule (and I can't even think of an exception but I'm sure there was one or two) their parents didn't brag about them, or hover, or micromanage their activities.
The parents who did that were the ones of the only slightly brighter than average kids they were pushing to the edge of their abilities. Those would be the kids who were up past midnight on school nights double-checking every answer on their homework after a day of extra classes and a sport they weren't all that great at that they did to have a well-rounded college application, the kids who were scared to death to come home with a B+ and ruin their A average, and who begged and pleaded for grade changes or extra credit to make sure that never happened, because god forbid they get a B, they'd never go to college with a grade like that. And those kids, almost to a man, got drunk/high as fuck every spare moment they could in high school, most of them slept around too, and every one that I heard from after high school crashed and burned in college.
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