Comshaw
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I figured you for one of those...one of us. Most kids don't drop out for lack of intelligence, it usually comes from other directions. In my case, I was a straight A student, but my grandmother who raised me and my siblings died and the family fell apart. My siblings were shipped off to live with relatives. I opted to go out on my own. Between the partying, raising hell and making a living I didn't have time for school, so it went by the wayside. When I got drafted, I did get my GED in Army Basic training (they didn't give us a choice). Later, after I got back from Southeast Asia I discovered that my GED scores were high enough my state would convert the certificate to an actual High School diploma, so in a back handed, round about way I did graduate. I took some college classes with the intent of getting my AA, but never finished. Life got in the way. I did get my Fleet Manager Certification, which toke two years of work. Like LC, most of what I know is self-taught: reading, trying, falling, getting up and doing it again until I get it right.I'm the other way around. I quit high school and don't have much in the way of formal education. But I didn't quit for lack of grades, I quit before I was expelled for fighting and before I really hurt someone. I'm well read, enjoy learning new things and despite the fact I tend to speak in the inner city manner was raised in "I don't got nothin'" I have an extensive vocabulary.
I like to get around people who think their superior, who toss around their word of the day calendar vocab, try and sound pretentious and think they're talking over my head. I lead them along, let them keep going, then pretty much make them look like fools.
My wife hates that I call myself a drop out and get people to underestimate me, but I think its a fun game. We went to one of her toastmasters dinners where a guy was going on and on like he's the smartest guy in the room about everything, then started in on philosophy, and someone asked him a question which he didn't answer correctly, and knew it, he was just saying it so confidently they assumed he knew.
My wife said just before I opened my mouth she swore she heard the sound of a steel trap snapping shut.
Never judge the book by its cover, in any way. People who use big words aren't always that bright, people who don't feel the need to flex their intellect all the time are no where near as simple as they put themselves out to be.
I too, tend to let people underestimate me. I don't do it just to get a dig in at those who have an ego so big they can barely carry it. While I have done that in the past, I try not to do it out of malice or the enjoyment of embarrassing others, but only as a byproduct of other interactions. I have found it to be a tactical advantage and it has served me well over the years.
I was on the negotiating team for our union local for many years, as well as a shop steward. When my boss offered me the Job of Fleet Manager (the first one they had ever hired without a college degree) and I took it, the guys in the union were pissed, because they didn't want to lose me. I figured I could do more for everyone (including them) in the Manager position. I did. I hate to sound like I'm bragging (Okay, I guess I am) when I retired my boss told me they had never had a better FM and over half of the 350 employees that worked for the city stopped by my retirement dinner to wish me well.
It's not that I can't be abrasive. Back in my drinking days, I could be a total ass. My wife and I were at a dinner hosted by the preschool my kids were in at the time. We were seated next to an exchange high school teacher from Britain. He kept making snide remarks about the type of people he had met while here, so I decided to tell him a joke. Keep in mind my last name is Irish.
"500 Irishmen went from Ireland to England and the overall intelligence of the population went up 50%."
Most of those at the table heard it, and you could have heard a pin drop for the next few seconds. My wife made an excuse and drug me out of there. I also got a skin pealing dressing down from her on the way home, with a few days of the cold shoulder for being, as she put it, "an ass!". Later when I was sober I felt conflicted: embarrassed for embarrassing her, and smugly satisfied for taking the asshole down a peg or two.
Anyway, I've gotten off on a tangent and am beginning to ramble. Getting educated isn't a matter of sitting in a classroom reading a book and listening to someone talk. Being educated does not require a piece of paper on the wall declaring that you are. It can come from many directions. It may take a self-taught individual longer to get it down, but they end with the same knowledge as anyone else. Being educated and being intelligent, while being associated, are two separate and distinct things.
Comshaw
