I went to a prep-school-that-didn’t-like-being-called such. (My parents sent me partly because I fitted in so badly in the local public junior high, and in darker moods I wonder if I’d still be here if I had to endure the kids there for four more years).
I’m also really good at regurgitating random facts and remembering stuff and have the same fear that deep down, I would compare unfavorably to the proverbial box of rocks.
Mom resisted having me skip any grades, but the school where I kindergartened put me in first grade for a day without explaining to me it was an all-day visit, and I went home at lunch time.
When I was in third grade the school I was in then assigned me to fifth for English class, and one day a substitute in fifth grade decreed that during what had always been English we would instead do math.
The chalkboard was covered in math problems with enough digits to describe, so I thought, the national debt. I’m sure the pocket calculator was already in development far from that classroom but it did me no good.