were u jealous of the whiz kids in school

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I was one of the whiz kids.

No, because during my school years in the 1990s and 2000s, many of the "whiz kids" were looked down upon by more popular kids as "dorks", "overachievers", or "nerds."

In fact, I was one of the losers who loved science and art, but two teachers took pride in giving me and many other misfits a hard time when it came to group work. When bullies picked on me or another misfit, the bullies got off without a punishment and the targets were the ones sent to the principal's office.

well lets say there is (and had allways been) an obvious, even if not absolute, correlation between "whiz kids" and autists)))

I was in high school in the 80s like Breakfast Club. The social groups were very much like that. I wasn't jealous of the whiz kids, because they were bullied. I was jealous of the popular girls who could be smart and still have friends.

i had... an ally... in mid school. one. it wasnt real friendship, but she was good to side with against at least the "class queen" bs. in last like 2 grades the class queen learned to not f**k with me, and so did most bullies. some still made my life a real hell till graduation, though

Well, like many other posters here, there was a time (class 7 or 8 ) when my school performance peaked and I got a lot of passive-aggressive hate for it, and I enjoyed every second of it. It was a much better role than being the socially invisible problem-kid.

Although, it was triggering rejection wounds from elementary school that I was trying to minimize. Sort of.
I was extremely cocky about it at times. But when I noticed the hate, I tried to downplay it.
Should have been consistent with the arrogance, honestly.
Looking back, I really deserved the hate for being such a stuck-up jerk.

But of course, there is always someone who is better, and in my case, there was a straight-A guy in another class in my school, and I hated him for that because he stole my show.

I actually had some of the "whiz kids" bully me despite how they were bullied themselves. I wasn't safe from anyone at school.

I was another one of the whiz kids. Got picked on or beaten up for being "too smart" in class. Got picked on or beaten up for being too clumsy in Phys Ed. The amazing thing is that the "responsible adults" seemed to think that this was as it should be. Ah the 60's and early 70's.

abuse on female has a different flavor...

well, we survived it. then we survived more. and some more and so on. and we will survive again.

I wasn't considered a whiz kid. My grades were almost always a C. Unfortunately, I didn't start out well. My primary school was neglectful, abusive and I didn't learn that much.

There was too much focus on where I put flicks on my o's, and not enough on actually understanding the material. It was apparent from early on that I was struggling with my learning, but my teachers didn't care. They weren't even bothered by the bullying. I was just told to shut up about it and toughen up.

Despite my grades, people still viewed me as intelligent. Sadly, this led to educators thinking that I was just lazy rather than genuinely struggling. I didn’t get the support that I needed and ended up being treated badly. Over time I began to believe that I was stupid and worthless.

My school counsellor reaffirmed that belief. As I slipped further into a depressed state, I stopped trying. I didn’t see much point, because I thought that I was incapable of doing anything right. The worst part about the psychological/ emotional abuse is that they made me believe that I deserved it. People got into my head.

Whenever I tried to understand the reasoning behind a subject, I was shut down. Told to keep quiet. So eventually I learnt not to question things, and to write down answers that I didn’t understand. I failed my exams at the end of Primary school miserably. Unfortunately, those results determined what sets we were placed in once we got to Secondary.

I gained a reputation of being a walking dictionary and thesaurus once I got to Secondary school. My interest in fantasy stories probably helped. Surprisingly, my vocabulary actually made me somewhat popular. In my English class, the class clown would often ask me how to improve his insults. He tended to feel frustrated about the teacher but found himself unsure of how to put it into words. So, he’d turn to me, describe his grievances, and ask if I knew any better terms to explain them. Then the teacher would walk in, and he would complain to her using the information that I had given him. I didn’t like that teacher much either, so I was happy enough to help.

People started to approach me in order to settle random disputes between them. I was the kid that everyone knew, but no one knew much about. The English teachers I had started to realise my potential, yet didn’t want to move me to a higher set because it was a lot of work for them.

I found a lot of subjects difficult due to my issues with maths. On top of that, I had more homework than was humanly possible. Unfortunately, due to my business studies teacher teaching us the wrong material for an entire year, I had a lot of work to catch up on during exam season. So much that I had to fail certain subjects to have enough time to do that work.

Meanwhile, my science teachers kept on adding more requirements. Oh, you’ve finished? Sorry, I need that alphabetised. You’ve done that? Now it needs to be numbered. Did you spend all weekend working on this? Too bad, I changed the question today so all your workings out mean nothing now. I’d like to say that I’m exaggerating, but no, that’s how it was. Everything was just ridiculous.

Then there were the detentions. I didn’t get enough marks on my German spelling tests, and my teacher took this as proof that I hadn’t done my homework. So I explained to her that no, I hadn’t done the homework because I didn’t have any time to. I was too busy with my business studies to keep up with my German. She told me that it wasn’t her problem and that I’d have to decide which subject I want to pass.

“Guess I’m failing this class then,” I replied.

At least I got a distinction in Business Studies after all that. But I ended up with average grades in most subjects because I didn’t have enough time to do well in anything, nor was I ever truly encouraged to do so.

Personally, I think that it is a shame that I only learned how fun certain subjects are, and how rewarding it can be to actually put in the effort to do well in something once I left secondary school. Mindlessly copying from textbooks, being scolded for asking questions, and suffering due to the mistakes of educators has a tendency to slowly crush you from the inside.

I know that I often talk about the teachers who made me feel like I was nothing. But I’d like to take a moment to discuss a teacher that with one kind comment has made more of a difference than he probably realises. We were given a task to write about what we aspire to be in the future. I wrote “I’d like to no longer be a disappointment”, mainly as a joke but there was some truth to it. He took me aside and we had a proper conversation. There was no yelling. No condescending tone. He was genuinely understanding and supportive. Thank you, I really needed that.

So, in conclusion, I wasn’t really jealous of the whiz kids because I didn’t find school engaging. The way we were taught (mindlessly copying from textbooks) drained my interest in learning to almost nothing. I didn’t have enough time to do well in anything due to the poor planning and mistakes of my educators. My difficulties with maths were ignored, and help was not provided. I struggled in school tremendously.

Never got jealous of them and yet I was considered one, I'm not exactly sure why. I'm not the best student, and I'm far from a model student.
Nor ever considered myself a whiz kid at all -- more like it's given to me, yet didn't claimed most of it.


Never bullied because of it though. More like others got intimidated by me because of it.
And, thing is, I'm not one of the physically clumsy brainiacs. So if there are any bullies, I can definitely beat them up myself.

Chose not to go for honors or top grades because I wouldn't want extra responsibilities imposed at me, for having assuming things from me all because I can achieve something unrelated to it, and praises don't work.

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With me it was vicious, verbal stuff. Certainly no help and support was given to me.
The opinion of my housemaster was that some children lent themselves to being bullied, as though to dismiss the issue .