{"id":338,"date":"2008-08-06T00:30:00","date_gmt":"2008-08-06T06:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ocbenji.com\/blog\/?p=338"},"modified":"2009-06-22T16:13:34","modified_gmt":"2009-06-22T21:13:34","slug":"an-open-doors-program-alum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ocbenji.com\/blog\/2008\/08\/06\/an-open-doors-program-alum\/","title":{"rendered":"An Open Doors Program Alum"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Growing up there was always this thought in the back of my head that I was more intelligent than I should be or somehow smarter on the inside than on the outside.  I have no idea how to explain that.  Anyway, this &#8220;intelligence&#8221; barred me from really identifying with people.  Sure I could technically understand why they felt the way they felt and did why they did but it wasn&#8217;t the same as feeling it.  I guess its like love, can&#8217;t be described, only felt.  I think it maybe creativity, because its not exactly being smart just looking at the same situation or thing in a million different ways.  In 2nd grade I was picked out for a &#8220;special&#8221; class of students who were extra creative.  It was made extra clear to us that we weren&#8217;t smarter than anybody else just more creative.  They even had a chart saying what a creative child would do vs what a bright child would do.  For instance, a bright child would get an A on the test and a creative child would find different ways to get an A on the test.  It was a stupid chart but we had to take it home to our parents.  I never understood our special class, that had us work on a project and present it in the form of a performance. For instance, we had a basal wood structure to make and it had to hold a certain amount of weight.  I remember researching what would make the would stronger, we tried soaking it in water and drying it out to see if that made it stronger.  We were limited to only a few sticks of the wood and only a small amount of wood glue to use.  That would have been fine and dandy if thats all we had to do.  But we had to put on a performance during the weighing that had to do with the weighing and tell a story all with no words.  We were judged on how much weight it held and how creative the performance was in relation to the weighing.  No wonder I&#8217;m so weird.  Being so creative makes one very prone to daydreaming.  But comes in very handy with a 2 year old.  I can come up with a million and one ways of bringing him out of a bad mood or anybody else for that matter.  The only problem is that the analytical side of my mind brings logic into the equation and brings imbalance to the force.  I just have to trust myself.  I think that my creative side, and any body&#8217;s creative side is the key to unlocking that 90 or so percent of our brain that we don&#8217;t use.  I know that if I let go mentally and just move and think on instinct amazing things happen that I had no idea were possible.  Of course with my religion I would say that its just my connection with God kicking in.  But to each their own.\u00a0  I just came to the realization that my problem is that I have the power to do anything but the fact that I know that makes me lazy.  I need a kick in the butt, something that will force me to ignore that oh so shiny procrastination.<br \/>\n <a href=\"http:\/\/pics.livejournal.com\/ocbenji\/pic\/00003sbh\/\"><br \/>\n <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 Growing up there was always this thought in the back of my head that I was more intelligent than I should be or somehow smarter on the inside than on the outside. I have no idea how to explain that. Anyway, this &#8220;intelligence&#8221; barred me from really identifying with people. 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