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I also had a good relationship with one of my Aunts, who was one of Hubble's technicians. She would take me into JPL or to CalTech or up to Griffith Obervatory. I remember seeing the rings of Saturn in the telescope in her back yard (a toy for her kids) and as I looked, behind me she said, "The heaven declare the glory of G-d." She always encouraged me. I remember when I was thinking of becoming a nurse, she said, "A nurse? Why not become a doctor!!!"
School actually did okay by me. I had a lot of teachers that made deals with me, like, if I finished my work early, I could leave clas for the day and go to the Learning Center where I could pursue my own interests, playing with the rats (I learned about sex watching the rats LOL), use the media lab, peruse the library, etc. In High School, the gifted program meant much harder English and Social studies in less time, 3 days a week, and then the other 2 days, we would take "satelite classes." A satellite class might be a class in Death and Dying, specially designed for the gifted program, OR I could contract with a regular teacher to take any regular class, like sewing, 2 days a week.
The only place that really let me down was Church. I had questions questions questions, and my Sunday School teachers were nitwits who never knew half as much as me. Half way through High School I was so going stir crazy... Thank goodness my Dad understood, and helped me out by driving me to all sorts of different churches as I began my spiritual search. He drove me monthly to Pasadena for the CS Lewis Society meetings. He allowed me to visit non-Christian places such as a Synagogue. Let's face it. Sunday School just isn't designed for gifted kids.