The best of actors…

Some actors play characters. Other actors become their characters. Then we have the actors that are their characters.

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“Gifted” kids do not, in fact, have all the fun.

If an average student got a B, it was cause for celebration, but if I got an A I was simply meeting expectations.

This attitude really sticks in my craw. When my elementary classmates [who weren’t “gifted”] got A’s, their parents rewarded them; some got money, some got a special meal. I know, because they would brag about it the next day at school. When I got an A, my parents said, “Oh, good.” I merely met their expectations. “Checkmark, our kid is maintaining the expected average. Back to the news on the TV.” It made me feel that my grades didn’t matter, that I didn’t matter.

My parents often told me the standard line, “You don’t have to be the best, you just have to try your best.” Hah, what a joke. When “my best” wasn’t an A, The Inquisition™ always happened. What did I do incorrect? Did I study the wrong material? Was I slacking? On and on and on.

In high school algebra I got my first B, and I cried for hours. Obviously, there was something wrong with me. There was no way it couldn’t be my fault; no matter that the teacher didn’t like me, nor that my previous maths didn’t prepare me. I had to be deficiant, somehow.

It was a revelation when I learned in college how “normal people” study. Just the minimum? How did they expect to pass anything? Then I tried it. Suddenly I had free time. I could read, or play on the computer, or anything. Since I always took copious notes in lecture, I had my studying already done.

It’s ridiculous, my grad program is entirely online, and I’ve never studied less in my life. I can read, hang out with friends, go dancing, and spend hours online if I so desire.

“Gifted” kids reading this: I implore you, don’t study more, study smarter. Find a studying method that works for you but also lets you live, and don’t take shit from anyone. Younger me was miserable. Don’t be younger me. Please. Be someone that future you won’t pity.

Parents of “gifted” kids reading this: ease up on the whip. Thanks.

In celebration of my finishing this paper, have some chocolate truffles.

Pretty much what is says on the tin, folks. This is my very favorite chocolate recipe.

1/3 cup heavy cream (heavy cream, not regular)
6 oz. chocolate chips (dark chocolate if possible)
2 Tbsp butter
Unsweetened cocoa powder

  1. Put the first three in a bowl device, microwave for thirty seconds, whisk (or otherwise mix), and repeat until the liquid is smooth and shiny, with no globs of anything distinguishable.
  2. Refrigerate for 3 hours or until firm.
  3. Scoop out teaspoonfuls of chocolate, then form into cherry-sized balls.
  4. Roll the truffles (individually) around in a bowl of cocoa, then toss them from hand to hand to shake off the excess. Cover and refrigerate until you’re ready to eat them.

Yes, it says microwave up there. Super easy, super delicious. Your friends will invite you over more often so that you will make these for dessert. I adapted it from the recipe in PARADE. They said to boil the cream; no way was I going to do that.