I Know, I Know, Yours Are Gifted, Too

I was chatting with a close friend of mine yesterday.  I’m going to change her name to protect the innocent, except she’s guilty, so I’m going to mark her with an appropriately guilty name, “Bonnie and Clyde.”

 

Bonnie and Clyde is in the process of moving to southern California from a relatively small town in the south, and is doing some research on-line to find a preschool where she can enroll her three-year-old in the fall.  She called with the victorious news that not only has she found a preschool with an opening, but it’s a preschool for gifted kids.  That’s right, gifted.  Six months ago he was pooping in his pants, now he’s gifted

 

So Bonnie and Clyde called the preschool to schedule a testing date to determine if her son is in fact gifted.  That’s right, gifted.  She is incredibly anxious about this exam because if he doesn’t get in, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to find another school that also offers woodworking and creative writing. That’s right, creative writing.  (If you did not just gasp in awe at the astronomical level of insanity of that last sentence, please reboot your computer and log onto A. Einstein’s blog, as this one may clearly not be for you.) 

 

I am saturated with envy at the mere thought of the beautifully sculpted wooden swans and poetically eloquent personal narratives Bonnie and Clyde will be receiving for Mother’s Day, while I will continue to hang my head in shame as I scuttle down the halls of preschool with a piece of construction paper laced with scribbles and glue .  Every trip to the refrigerator will now be a head-to-head battle with reality as I glare in hopelessness at the mediocrity of the dot-marker adorned paper dressing the Maytag and wonder what could have been.

 

(Author’s Note:  I would have added the link to the gifted preschool’s website because the posted curriculum coupled with the list of gifted characteristics is too funny, but Bonnie and Clyde asked me not to because she doesn’t want your kid taking her kid’s spot in the program.)  
                                                                                       

 

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