Were You Part Of The "Mentally Gifted Minds" Program In California Scools back in the 70's?

guess it's about that time then

I'll be there in a sec. Just completely crashed my computer. I forgot that was even possible.

No thanks man, that virtual room creeped me out wanting to turn on my mic and cam hell no

There's a refuse button?

Well, I drew a nice bird in there but there was really no one to discuss the climate in which the programs were built and maintained :/

Ah well, I tried.

Nice poorly designed Israeli site.

Hey, I'm just telling you what worked for me. Then again, I didn't have a chip on my shoulder and displaying one's distress and frustration isn't being a victim. It's being human. Then again, I was the one that got them to do what I needed and my uni was satisfied so what I did worked for me.

And no, medical files don't disappear due to procrastination. Legally, one's medical record is intended to be a permanent record and has very strict rules of record keeping and privacy.

Also, I don't procrastinate. I get things done. Procrastination just leads to stress. Period.

I had been a double major previously and had to withdraw from school due to medical reasons as a senior years ago. I also had to switch my major completely, also due to medical reasons. Since I had essentially enough credits for nearly three degrees and no degree, my university freaked and forced me to petition to maintain my loan. Apparently, telling them that you got really very sick wasn't good enough. They wanted medical proof. Nuff said? lol

You're absolutely right; it's not standard. My university gave me hell every term that I was there from petitioning to registering for classes. My GPA was at honors or better, too. Go figure. Trial by fire.

P.S. Sorry for missing today's brainstorm. Had a delay here that ransacked the rest of my schedule for the day. Try again?

The freakiest thing just happened, I had a dream about the guacamole flavored Doritos 99 cent bag being sold for $19.99. I was super confused at the dream, because he price on the bag said 99 cents, and the price printed on the bag said 9.99, then had an update to 19.99. It was like me in the future was in a store, looking at the bags and trying to send a message back in time. At first I didn't get it, but I think it was about inflation.

Anyone else have dreams about inflation recently?

P.S. I don't eat Doritos, and I've never had/seen Guacamole Doritos, but I googled them afterwards and the bags were 100% similar.

... Or, I'm craving Doritos, but I never eat them cuz' the cost too much.

There seems to be a hole in our shared unconsious mind. It isn't a product of MK Ultra or other deliberate messing up with our brain by some outside force. This comes from right-brainish sea of awareness or so called Dirac Sea. If you fall into "the sink" inside this "astral basin", your unconsious mind will collapse and subsequently will have to recreate itself from scratch. I think that on the physical level we just jumped to hyperspace and these quantum effects, the "high strangeness" of experience visible for example as the emerging ability to control computer with our focused attention is a byproduct of occuring collision of 7 timelines spawned from our previous 3,5D (3D space + time).

It was probably from picking our noses too much.

When I was in the gifted and talented classes, I picked my nose so much, my brain came out.

If GATE students were so special, how-come we still ate our own boogers?

You were the only one.
The rest of us used to point and giggle.

Not me. I was thoroughly grossed out. OCD.

back on track

Well, maybe... but unlike the norms who ate their own boogers, I at least had the sense to season mine. Granted, it took me awhile to figure out to season it after it was on my finger. Mmmm Tabasco sauce and boogers.

nice

But did I make you giggle?

I can remember the fourth of July runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

stop it idiot.this threads full of enough crap.

Im pissed at the education system

I feel I was made illiderate and inconfident so I wouldnt learn shit

That's a common enough occurrence.

Sure was.

I went through a whole battery of tests, over a period of three years. Met regularly with the guidance councilors. The whole shebang.

Then, in the military, I also went through some additional testing in boot camp because of my AFEES test scores. It was suggested that I change my MOS because of a "keen eye and a very unique ability to recognize and read patterns..."

Then, a few weeks later, on BIVOUAC, I was called into the CO's tent and told I qualified for West Point, again because of my test scores.

Silly me. I stayed infantry.



Last Edited by Mike Ehrmantraut on 01/13/2013 07:14 AM

Or you could look at it this way. If you had gone that route, then your family would've been most likely mystified about your military career and what you actually did even long after your death. You could've spent your life under sworn secrecy without being ever able to vent to your significant other or loved ones.

In other words, infantry meant that you chose to be bullet fodder in a way; however, at least you got to talk about it. Silver lining maybe?

hell, i was 18 and wanted to play with all the cool toys.
and there was this second lieutenant, fresh out of west point. the entire company hated this derp. and at the time i just knew i didn't want to be like him.

No.

Honestly, I avoided being "that person" a whole lot, too. Different scenarios but always the same story. I could have been this or that but I chose not to become just like THEM. Know what I mean?

i know exactly what you mean.

More like you wouldn't even remember. They'd only need you for a month or so. Trololol!

My guardian was sworn to secrecy for decades.
She's still a dishonest cunt even in retirement - I guess the habit stuck.

There were things that my grandfather definitely took to his grave. We mistook that as habit, too, but trying to get his full service record proved that theory wrong. Some things are secret for much longer than just 25 years. Sensitive compartmentalized information is secret for 75 years if I recall correctly.