I’ve Spent My Life Haunted by an I.Q. Test
My younger self crafted a story about failure and belonging
To this day, other than some hazy images of me moving around some puzzle pieces, all I can recall is the sadness on the faces of the adults as I left the I.Q. test.
I’m fairly certain I was in the third grade (my memory on this point is also hazy). No one told me what…