I never liked Ayn Rand because she looked too much like Ms. Galonick from first grade. She came unhinged one morning when I slammed my chair into the side of the desk. He read faster but I got there quicker. I lost my spot and edge that day. He always interrupted my readings, correcting me and making me real self conscious. My folks were confused and asked what was wrong and I told them. I was fine after that and could still keep up with in math and real world stuff like calendars. My brother and I watched over our dad's shoulder before he left for work, doing long division in first grade. I suppose that's why I got Stevie Gazebo for second grade too. Life at Alexander Hamilton Elementary School was rough when old Stevie was around, he knew everything. 
He must have been one of those puzzles and mind games kids from the beginning. Probably had encyclopedias that mentioned the second world war. I just had Ba Ba Blacksheep and the Bismark on late night Saturday television. He always wore collared shirts and got to go off and take special tests that no one else did. I'm not sure what class he made it into in third grade and before the leaves turned I was outta in fourth grade and six months ahead of the kids in upstate NY. I never found out what happened to Stevie Gazebo or even remember his real name. I hope he had a good life and wasn't tossed into a cultural or corporate straight jacket, but I suspect he was.
The one guy I met from Concord Law ( via the Internet, he lived in Schenectady) claimed he had a 260 IQ. I just never check because I'm afraid of the answer. My son's off the Kindergarten and I hope I can take it. I'm told they only have fun the first three years now. Then its standardized tests until you can't take it anymore. He loves dinosaurs and knows the periods they lived and some of the continents they were found in. They lived on Pangaea.
No matter how good our minds, if we can't demand freedom and liberty in all regards, what good is any dual core processor ? Sometimes the Vulcan has to stop and smell the Henry Miller and Jack Kerouac. Always come back to Hesse and Steinbeck, but when she looks like Ayn Rand and howls like Roseanne, you know something's wrong.