A Boy Genius? Mother Admits Faking Tests. New York Times, 3/2/02 "Justin Chapman was the smartest little boy in the world. There were documents to prove it: An I.Q. test, given when Justin was 6, recording his score at 298- plus, the highest on record. A perfect 800 on the math portion of the SAT. Another intelligence test, taken when he was 3, on which he maxed out the scale. Based on such achievements, Justin enrolled in an online high school at 5, and at 6 he took courses at the University of Rochester in New York." (Read the full story >>) OK, so it turns out that the mom faked pretty much everything, and this eight year-old kid has basically cracked up under the years of pressure and is now in some children's psychiatric facility. There is something so insane and so sad about this whole story. Do you suppose Doogie Howser was coached? |
excuses and such Yes, I know I haven't updated for a while. And if you're one of the poor folks that have sent any non-urgent e-mails to me over the past...oh...four months, I'm sorry, but I've been in remiss in that respect too. But let's put aside all the fussin' and the feudin'. I love you, Cleatus! I have no big news to report, nor any specific reason to pick up The Underwear Drawer again, only to say that earlier this year, I had neither the time nor the energy to update...and now I have a little of both. Just a little, though. I'm on Neurology now, and one of our stupid little busywork assignments due next week is to write a book report of some neurologically related book. That's right, a book report. I haven't written a book report since the third grade, for chrissake. To have to write a book report as a medical student is somehow so infantalizing. Though, to be fair, I had my choice of several other non-book report assignments ("write a mock proposal for a piece of pretend neurological research for an imaginary IRB! Hours of time well-spent!"), but I just chose to do the book report because it seemed to entail the least amount of work. I already read the book in college, you see. Not for a class or anything, I just bought it at a used book sale. It's Oliver Sacks's The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, in case you're interested, and it's actually a fairly good read, you know, if you don't have to write a book report about it. (Of note, some of the other featured choices for books to read included such works as Still Me by Christopher Reeves, and Tuesdays with Morrie, by some other guy. Naturally, not being Oprah Winfrey, I did not choose to review those books.) If you had hoped that somehow during my hiatus, my life had suddenly become torrid and fascinating, I'm sorry to disappoint. But I just wanted to drop by and say hi. Hopefully, I'll be updating again soon. xo Michelle |
Saturday . March 02 . 2002 . 6:50pm |
excuses and such Yes, I know I haven't updated for a while. And if you're one of the poor folks that have sent any non-urgent e-mails to me over the past...oh...four months, I'm sorry, but I've been in remiss in that respect too. But let's put aside all the fussin' and the feudin'. I love you, Cleatus! I have no big news to report, nor any specific reason to pick up The Underwear Drawer again, only to say that earlier this year, I had neither the time nor the energy to update...and now I have a little of both. Just a little, though. I'm on Neurology now, and one of our stupid little busywork assignments due next week is to write a book report of some neurologically related book. That's right, a book report. I haven't written a book report since the third grade, for chrissake. To have to write a book report as a medical student is somehow so infantalizing. Though, to be fair, I had my choice of several other non-book report assignments ("write a mock proposal for a piece of pretend neurological research for an imaginary IRB! Hours of time well-spent!"), but I just chose to do the book report because it seemed to entail the least amount of work. I already read the book in college, you see. Not for a class or anything, I just bought it at a used book sale. It's Oliver Sacks's The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, in case you're interested, and it's actually a fairly good read, you know, if you don't have to write a book report about it. (Of note, some of the other featured choices for books to read included such works as Still Me by Christopher Reeves, and Tuesdays with Morrie, by some other guy. Naturally, not being Oprah Winfrey, I did not choose to review those books.) If you had hoped that somehow during my hiatus, my life had suddenly become torrid and fascinating, I'm sorry to disappoint. But I just wanted to drop by and say hi. Hopefully, I'll be updating again soon. xo Michelle |
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A Boy Genius? Mother Admits Faking Tests. New York Times, 3/2/02 "Justin Chapman was the smartest little boy in the world. There were documents to prove it: An I.Q. test, given when Justin was 6, recording his score at 298- plus, the highest on record. A perfect 800 on the math portion of the SAT. Another intelligence test, taken when he was 3, on which he maxed out the scale. Based on such achievements, Justin enrolled in an online high school at 5, and at 6 he took courses at the University of Rochester in New York." (Read the full story >>) OK, so it turns out that the mom faked pretty much everything, and this eight year-old kid has basically cracked up under the years of pressure and is now in some children's psychiatric facility. There is something so insane and so sad about this whole story. Do you suppose Doogie Howser was coached? |
