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  1. To assess your intellectual potential, I recommend reading Immanuel Kant's Critique of Pure Reason. The realization that you can't even read what someone else has managed to write causes any candidate for intellectuality (I mean, excellent students and other talented guys who have always been given everything very easily) to feel ashamed of their own stupidity. This feeling must be regularly maintained with the help of difficult-to-understand books. Such positive stress helps to develop.

    It is very easy to feel like the smartest person when communicating with your work colleagues and friends. Periodically, to maintain self-confidence, you should communicate with ordinary people. But as soon as you get a sense of your own superiority, you take up complex literature again and understand your inferiority.

    Evaluation always implies a comparison with a certain standard. Therefore, the assessment of one's own intellectual abilities depends on what kind of intellectual task a person interacts with. Reading very complex books causes a twofold impression: on the one hand, as mentioned above, someone was able to write it, and on the other hand, you were smart enough to read it, while the absolute majority of people around you do not have enough intelligence to master at least one page of the text of the same “Critique of Pure Reason”.

  2. The first such experience happened when I, a round excellent student, moved to the physics and mathematics school in the 8th grade. It was not just a school, there was a unique team gathered in all disciplines. And so, accustomed to getting top marks for my literary essays with my left foot, I slid down to C's. Thanks to Tatyana Lvovna Oshanina: she not only evaluated me strictly, but also wrote me, as well as everyone in the class, detailed reviews. I thought about them and thought about them, and then I got all tense and determined , and I started writing A's. I think I write much better now than I did when I was at school. In terms of literary style-perhaps, but in terms of content – this is for sure. It's not for nothing that the editors-in-chief of the magazines I work with appreciate me.

  3. Yes, the question is good, it was answered by Socrates: “the more I learn,the more I understand-I only know that I don't know anything.” I don't think I can say it better)

  4. Simple enough. At about the age of 18, I started living with a simple thought: “Today I am better than yesterday.” No matter what you do or what you read/watch/study, it's enough to know that every day you become a little smarter than before.

    And so, a person needs a certain turning point, when he will start to evaluate his intellectual abilities sensibly, and not be proud of a good school certificate. Most people face the “reality check” (as a rule) at the university, as mentioned above.

  5. I didn't change it: there was no reason to think I was smart. Because, I guess, I think: a person can always think that he is still smart, and everyone around is a fool. And even Kant is a fool. Although this is not an answer to the question, but reflections that the question caused)))

  6. At the age of 14, he began to consider himself smarter than his classmates, and this did not specifically concern school performance. At the age of 17, he considered himself just a mega intellectual, and most of them were mentally retarded. At the age of 18, I realized that the saying 'live for a century, learn for a century' works. At the same time, I stopped calling other people stupid. At the age of 19, I realized that it was impossible to judge my intellectual abilities objectively. Now I'm almost 22, and I don't want to judge my intellectual abilities, I just want to learn something new every day, develop intellectually and learn to calmly argue my point of view and for 187 times.

  7. There is no exact answer. To begin with, the evaluation criterion is subjectivity we do not know what intelligence is by nature, but in general to evaluate ourselves in this way (memory attention and thinking) these are the key aspects in the aggregate this is the ability (adaptations to the environment) this is intelligence and the success of specializations is not an indicator and they change all your life, you need to realize that reality cannot be known by means of which you need to realize that development will take place all your life and measure your potential does not make any sense

  8. It all started at school. I was always told at school that I was exceptionally smart. Actually, the test results confirmed this, everything was easy for me. By the age of 12, I started to hate it when my classmates didn't understand the obvious things (problems, theorems, etc.). By the time I was 16, I had come to terms with the fact that not all people are equally smart.

    At the age of 18, I took my first IQ test at the Institute, at the Department of Biophysics and Higher Mathematics, and as a result, I found out that I was among the 2% of the smartest people on the planet. However, I already knew from my own experience that a pure mind does not bring either money or happiness.�

    At the age of 20, I passed the clinical psychology test again, this time according to Wexler. Here the result was slightly lower, to menza did not reach 2 points. But I did not get any tangible benefits from this (well, apart from the fact that any study was easy for me, I still learn quickly). I never came up with anything really great. Apparently, because to fast brains, probably, you also need hard work, and God did not give me this at all.

    However, my brains still started to bring me money. Pretty easy money.

  9. I have about the same situation as many people here. I went to a regular school in a small town, and considered myself unrealistically smart compared to almost all my peers. I was able to program a little, draw, knew good English, and wrote well. But of all the classes, math was the least boring. And I thought I was good at it.

    Of course, everything changed when I went to St. Petersburg to study. I didn't think much about my future, but I went to study basic mathematics without having a clear idea of what it is. There I experienced a real shock when my self-esteem was trampled into the mud. There was a small part of people like me from ordinary schools. The rest were from high schools with a mathematical bias. Moreover, in my city, the bias in mathematics meant that there were not three lessons of preparation for the Unified State Exam per week, but five. For them, this meant that they knew the basic concepts of group theory, linear algebra, matanalysis, and probability theory; some did research projects, some spoke at conferences for cool schoolchildren in the United States, and some won international Olympiads. They already knew all the things that I had to do with my own brain surgery to understand. Many people said that ” this is the program of my 9th grade, it's boring.” One teacher almost every couple called me to the blackboard, where I could not do anything, said that with such success I should be expelled, and I could barely hold back tears. I'm hooked on Radiohead, which describes an emotional state. Then everything returned to relative normality: They helped me a little, I did my best, and I began to understand something. At one point, I did almost the best English in my class. Then I realized that I wasn't so worthless after all. I'm not worse than all these people, I can do something that they can't. I realized that I can pull the program, but you need to take into account that I am extremely slow to perceive everything. I also don't think I have much talent for math. However, like many of my classmates: there is only a love for her, a certain mindset and perseverance.

    At university, I regularly feel stupid: for example, every time I have to spend a week poring over my notes to get my seedy B, some talented bugger learns everything in one day, comes in and gets a high five for nothing to do. I come home, see my classmates, people with whom I no longer communicate, and I understand that I still have some kind of embryo of an intelligent person. Also, it seems that my abilities are quite balanced, and I can do a lot of things, but I never manage to overcome the “above average” bar. But of course, in the end, I realized that it's better to be in a place where everyone is smarter than you than the other way around, even though it's much easier.

  10. I've had some sort of success / failure wave all my life, so the crown didn't last long.�

    I grew up as a girl who focused on literature, creativity, and so on, so there were no problems with literature and Russian at school, and I modestly believed that I would still do the best. I was openly singled out in the class, I was no less obviously spoiled. Then I entered the lyceum and realized that something went wrong, there are 24 smart girls like me, and while I was resting on my laurels, they were preparing, studying, etc. Accordingly, I changed my behavior and attitude towards myself and others. There was a similar story with German when I transferred from philology to German philology, and everything went wrong again.�

    So now, even though I don't think I'm stupid, I'm always ready inwardly for a new situation when I have to put aside my illusions and start working hard. Because, no matter how you look at it, there are always people smarter, more talented, more capable than us – and then everything depends only on what you do with it.

  11. At school, I was praised by teachers, and I got used to it.

    And completely in vain. Because at the Institute, I was no longer in the first roles, except for a few subjects. I was surprised. But I realized that as a child I was overrated.

    Then it gets weirder and weirder. In the sense of more realistic and realistic. The work was difficult.

    In general, I realized that the book girl in life will not be easy. Intelligence and reading are not synonymous.

    Well, nothing, I learned to cope with difficulties, I have some kind of character.

    Middle me. By many indicators. I wish I was a genius, but thank God I wasn't an idiot.

  12. My childhood hobbies were dinosaurs, UFO programs, and encyclopedias. I asked for encyclopedias as a gift and read them like ordinary art books. It was preschool age.�

    In first grade, I was a terribly shy but erudite girl. Couldn't wait for my turn to read, couldn't wait for my turn to recite a verse. I shone as best I could, tried to stand out, as there were 3 more of my so-called competitors in the class. For some reason, the primary school teacher paid more attention to these children, the main roles in the scenes always belonged to them, and I – the usual rhymes, while I so wanted to play, so my talent began to wither along with enthusiasm. I couldn't have felt more stupid, they didn't know lilac was a bush. I knew it. But somehow, they were better. For me, it was a childish defeat.

    By the fifth grade, I was down to the level of an ordinary C-grade student. I didn't really care about intelligence. “Fuck school, it doesn't mean anything, man” Kurt Cobain became my idol.

    Then I changed classes, where society again allowed me to feel at the top. And in the eighth grade, in a quarrel, I was told that I would not enter the tenth grade with my grades. Tantrums broke out. I don't understand something about homework-a notebook on the floor, and I'm crying that I'm stupid. Complexes have developed.�

    Now I see that there are smarter people, there are more stupid ones. Everyone is smart in their own way, and there is no point in this encyclopedic knowledge, you can always learn. It's about how you look at the world and perceive everything around you. It's about your willingness to discover new things.

    Live for a century and learn for a century 🙂

  13. No, well, anything can happen.

    In my childhood and school years, I was often struck by the fact that things that were obvious to me were not obvious to many people around me. I couldn't explain it, I guess I was stupid after all.

    The first relief came, as it seems, rather late. But I'm happy that it happened at all. At the age of 18-19, I realized that I was a “brake”. Yes, I am able to understand and understand everything, sometimes even more deeply than many of my more” nimble ” comrades, but… with a noticeable delay. From a few seconds to a few … years. Life has become MUCH easier and more enjoyable!

    Another vivid memory concerns the period when I decided to start programming for the Web. Ever since my first year at the Institute, I had great difficulty writing more than 100 lines of working code… And then I took up self-study. One of the key points was the introduction to recursion. Because of my slow-wittedness, I had to work on it for several days. But when I suddenly (!) understood how it works… Such clarity of thought, speed of understanding, awareness of phenomena I have never had before! I wanted to laugh at the same time because I was happy that this had happened, and cry because I didn't believe in my abilities and didn't fight for it before!

    This incident was for me a refutation of my previous belief that I was not capable of developing my intellectual abilities. I thought they were given from birth and remained so all my life. Moreover, many people have confirmed me (and myself) in this thought. And, lo and behold, it turned out that this was not the case…

    Today, I clearly understand my place in the intellectual “hierarchy”, as well as the fact that it does not matter at all.

  14. My story is the other way around. Until I graduated from high school, I thought I was stupid. Talented, but stupid. Like a tree stump. Yes, I wrote excellent essays and poems, drew, embroidered and sewed, but science was just not my thing. After finishing school, I started preparing for college, I didn't even open the Russian language, but I had to work hard with algebra. And after a few days, I discovered that algebra is an incredibly logical and understandable subject, but no one explained it to me properly. This was the first discovery.

    I went to college, plus or minus, and it wasn't until I went to work that I discovered my mind for the first time. Unexpectedly, I was learning several times faster than everyone else. Information that took another person a week to learn, I memorized in one working day. Within a week, I was 100% involved in any profession, which undoubtedly added points to me in the eyes of the management. Then I was drawn to self-education and then I was waiting for another discovery-when I need it, when I understand why I need what I'm learning in life (or when I'm stupidly interested!) – I learn much more efficiently and faster than other people. When learning is out of hand, my mind can't be made to remember anything.

  15. I was just lucky, I think. I changed four schools, and everywhere we were told that we were morons. Everyone, even excellent students. that was the rule, apparently. And the German language teachers, probably inspired by “Mein Kampf”, always yelled so loud that the windows rattled. And they hit the table with a magazine. But this is good, it builds up character, after this school period at the Institute, I could barge in to the rector and pump my rights there for a scholarship. At home, too, no one ever praised her, they said: well, she's a humanitarian (which sounded like “down”), but it didn't upset me, because I didn't think anything else about myself. But I didn't strain myself too much, I did my homework at recess, knowing that I would get my troyban. And suddenly, after entering the institute, I began to notice that I was not such an ass. I easily passed my term papers and sessions. I defended my diploma with “excellent”, they took me to work “with a smile”, and I somehow believed in my own strength)) Although still my motto is “it's good to be stupid”))) And in general, as Dovlatov accurately noted, “all artists are stupid,” I completely agree, but sometimes the accidental “framing” of people even dumber than me puts me in a favorable light.�

    And most importantly, over the years, I realized how important a constantly negative assessment of your data is, because first of all, it teaches you to resist a spontaneous attack from all sides at the same time, and secondly, when you get a successful result of your activity, you experience extraordinary sensations, as if from a desired surprise gift on your birthday. Always so unexpected)).

  16. The first time it happened was in first grade. After the solemn assembly on September 1, we were taken to the first lesson (“Lesson of the Motherland” or something like that). I sat in anticipation that now, as it was in kindergarten, I would answer all the questions and be praised. And then they started asking local history questions that I didn't know the answer to, but my classmate did. It was a real blow to my ambition, self-esteem and self-esteem. It was probably the first time I realized that I might not know something.

    At the age of 12, I decided that I was a brilliant writer, and sent my first “work” to the selection of the “Debut” award. Naturally, there was nothing brilliant in this work, so I did not pass any selection. It was very painful to fall, I experienced it very much and for a long time (although there were still reasons why it upset me so much).

    Another very vividly remembered story is when I, being a round excellent student, basically a smart girl with math abilities, was explained the solution of a problem by a three-year-old classmate who skipped school for several months.�

    In general, there were many similar situations in my life, when life itself pushed me off the “podium” if I was too arrogant.�

    The opposite situation, when my self-esteem and attitude towards my own mental abilities increase, most often occurs when I manage to solve some complex problem (intellectual, everyday) myself, find a simple and / or beautiful solution, and I like this solution myself.�

    I also sometimes make pleasant discoveries when I review the notes of my ideas (for life, for work), reread some of my poems. I really admire myself (“Did I write/do this? How could I have thought of that? Brilliant!”). Such discoveries are pleasantly surprising.:)

    Now, in general, I have a normal attitude to my mental abilities. I understand that in some areas of knowledge I will be considered smart, and in some-completely unintelligent (for example, I may know something scientific, but, at the same time, do not have worldly wisdom). Although, of course, the” falls “and” ups ” continue.

    But there are still doubts about their writing talents (although, in general, they seem to have some abilities).

  17. When I manage to implement a project that requires significant intellectual costs, I change my opinion about my intellectual abilities for the better. If it doesn't work out, it means that my abilities are not enough yet, and I need to develop them so that I can complete the task.

    I still won't be smarter than Wasserman, but the pace of my intellectual development suits me perfectly.

  18. Around the age of 12, I realized that my interests were very different from those of my peers, and therefore I always tried to communicate with older people who considered me quite developed for their years, which undoubtedly flattered me and forced me to develop further.�

    Of course, it was not without youthful maximalism, when I thought that my opinion was quite reasonable and objective, and I would always adhere to it. Over time, I learned to respect other people's opinions and realized that everyone has the right to their own point of view and it may not coincide with yours. And this is normal.�

    I don't think I'm stupid, and I'm also very smart. There are some things I'm good at, and there's nothing wrong with logic, but there are also some things I don't get easily or at all, and some things I don't know.�

    I adhere to the fact that there is always room to grow.)

  19. I had very little contact with the outside world until the age of 16, and against the background of some classmates/neighbors/other more or less peers, I was considered dofiga talented and quick-witted. Since childhood. I believed in it, modestly carrying the crown of exclusivity and not getting involved in anything. As it turned out, since the same 16 years, I just live in some kind of “swamp”, and only thanks to the Internet I was able to find a lot of really smart, talented and somewhat brilliant people. The crown flew off independently and painlessly, I'm 22, I consider myself a kind of “lucky fool” and enthusiastically listen to “left people”, without ceasing to wonder how I was considered “smart” by someone and with whom I even hung out “before”) (

  20. Excellent question) I will say this, I study in med and my average classmate / classmate is actually like me-a person who studied at school on 4/5, easily passed the Unified State Exam, all the teachers prayed for him, and he himself was well aware that he was not a stupid person, and even very smart. BUT! As soon as you enter medical school and get acquainted with chemistry, anatomy, histology – you understand that you are not exceptional, you are not smart, you just contrasted against the background of fools, but there are a lot of people like you here) Now I evaluate my intellectual abilities at an excellent level, but this is hardly enough for a satisfactory assessment for the Pathanatomy exam)))

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