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Thanks for sharing.

I’m a huge fan of “red-shirting” kindergartners. I started my senior year at 15 years old. My mother managed to talk the school into taking me even though I had missed the cutoff by two weeks. I had class mates that were as much as two and half years older than me. Some of them managed to father children before I understood why Playboy was so fascinating to them.

You mention the difference between an 11 and 12 year old, try 10 and 13.

Even though my IQ tested at genius level, my emotional and physical maturity clearly didn’t match those of my classmates.

Again, thanks for sharing. Even though my public school education may have been challenging, It’s still nice to travel down memory lane.

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