When I was a kid, I used to mangle pronunciation of long words, even though I used them properly in context, just because I had never heard them read or used out loud, but had learned them from books, but not the dictionary, otherwise I would have known how to say them.

Using the words properly drove my two-years-older sister bonkers, so of course I did it even more! I had very little ammo to abuse her as a baby sister should, so my brains were an excellent resource.

When I was a kid, I used to mangle pronunciation of long words, even though I used them properly in context, just because I had never heard them read or used out loud, but had learned them from books

I still do this.

I entered kindergarten able to read.

I remember the 3rd grade, where I had a book open in my lap while everyone worked on something else. The teacher called on me, and a little knowing laugh went around the room in anticipation of me getting into trouble. I looked up, answered the question correctly, then went back to my book. Teacher was Not Pleased, and my reputation with my fellow students did not improve.

Who else got the "You think you're so smart, stop trying to show off" thing?

I still do this.

I was gonna say! Me too!

I did Connie, but I admit that for a long time, I was, if not a show-off, definitely rude about it. It wasn't until much later, when I was a camp counselor, that I understood the complete annoyance of the kid who always had to chime in first with the answer. I finally got it. There's so much power in just staying silent sometimes, even when you know the answer. When I learned that, life got a lot more enjoyable for me (and for everyone around me, most likely).

Cereal:

I also learned the art of phrasing a question (that I already knew the answer to)in such a way that fellow students (and later, colleagues)would be helped. If I saw that some around me were/are looking confused or the "I got it" gleam isn't there in the eye, I'll ask the question that they're too timid to ask, just so that they can hear the answer.

It wasn't until much later, when I was a camp counselor, that I understood the complete annoyance of the kid who always had to chime in first with the answer. I finally got it.

I learned this somewhere in my grade-school education. By the time I got to Jr. High, I'd adopted the strategy in my math classes of not raising my hand unless no one else knew the answer. Which I guess was sorta' show-off-y, but not as much as always trying to get called on....

Who else got the "You think you're so smart, stop trying to show off" thing?

I think I've told this story before (and the fact that it still rankles is something that, perhaps, indicates I should Let It Go). When I was no older than 5, the whole extended family -- including cousins aged 7, 9, and 10 -- were gathered for some reason, like you do.

The cousins had a book on Why You Should NEVER Get In A Car With Strangers, and the adults thrust it at me to make me read it. Perhaps I was prone to glomming on to strangers; it's possible that as a child I didn't hate people the way I do now.

So I read it. Come on, it was written for 5-year-olds. I read it in a couple of minutes. When I announced I was finished, every adult in the house told me that I was lying and I hadn't really read it, that no child could read that quickly. Even my own parents, who goddamn well knew I could.

So I summarized the book, including the ugly fate of the poor fictional character who Got In A Car With A Stranger. Even though I demonstrated that I read the fucking book, the adults repeated that I couldn't possibly have read it, and thrust it at me again and told me to read it "for real."

33 years later, I'm still planning to pee on their graves.

Who else got the "You think you're so smart, stop trying to show off" thing?

In third or fourth grade, I went to India for my grandmother's funeral and missed the first couple weeks of school after winter vacation. When I got back, my classmates said, "People actually got to answer questions!"