{"id":486,"date":"2006-06-05T07:48:00","date_gmt":"2006-06-05T07:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2006\/06\/shut-up\/"},"modified":"2006-06-05T07:48:00","modified_gmt":"2006-06-05T07:48:00","slug":"shut-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2006\/06\/shut-up\/","title":{"rendered":"Shut Up"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I used to find it difficult to stop talking. When I was young I got constantly into trouble for talking when I should be working \/ quiet \/ sleeping \/ listening \/ praying \/ obeying random adult dictats. From a young age, at school I had the capacity to finish my work in half the time the other children required, at which point boredom and my innate sociability would kick in and I&#8217;d begin to assist anyone that needed it. Teachers, sensing competition, ordinarily at this point attempted to contain me but invariably failed. One of the first reports I received states: &#8220;Deek has the ability to complete his own work whilst putting everybody off theirs.&#8221; Rubbish!<\/p>\n<p>I was cursed with a &#8220;reading age&#8221; (whatever THAT means) of 16 by the time I was 7 years old, which meant that the solutions offered even by the most well-meaning of supervisory adults were incredibly inappropriate.<\/p>\n<p>I remember once taking a reading test, of the English type favoured in the 1960s and 1970s which consisted of reading through a list of words which grew progressively more difficult. The assumption was if you could pronounce it, the word was in your vocabulary. I waltzed through the first fifty or so. Then I came to &#8220;enigma&#8221; which I pronounced correctly. The teacher paused me there. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you know what that means?&#8221; he asked, looking at me over his half-moon reading glasses.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at him. &#8220;It&#8217;s a mystery,&#8221; I quipped, straight-faced.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thank you, that&#8217;ll do,&#8221; he said, and beckoned the next child to come forward.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But&#8230;&#8221; I could see dozens more words that I knew cascading down the sheet. &#8220;I know what it means,&#8221; I protested. &#8220;It means..&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He glared at me, and brusquely dismissed me with a haughty, flicking hand gesture. &#8220;That will DO!&#8221; he snapped, not letting me finish my correction of his error.<\/p>\n<p>Aghast that he was rebuking me despite the fact that I had clearly done better than any other child in the class, I returned smarting to my seat, knowing that I had once again been undervalued, my intelligence scorned and my ego publicly crushed.<\/p>\n<p>The lesson I learned from that was not <i>nobody loves a smart-arse<\/i> or even <i>just do the test and don&#8217;t screw it up by being funny<\/i> &#8211; rather it was the certain knowledge that until I was in a similar position of authority, I was not going to be able to be myself; and with that came the determination to be myself, regardless of recognition from &#8220;on high&#8221;, and the  assumption that being told to shut up probably meant that I was onto something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to find it difficult to stop talking. When I was young I got constantly into trouble for talking when I should be working \/ quiet \/ sleeping \/ listening \/ praying \/ obeying random adult dictats. From a young age, at school I had the capacity to finish my work in half the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":126,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[780],"class_list":["post-486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-funky-original","tag-funky-original"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/126"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=486"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}