Ok, I read a post earlier of some people talking about "Gifted". I was wondering how many people on this board are/were gifed or in TAG (talented and gifted)?

~Em

We call it GT of Gifted and I've been in GT for 4 years. That's the max amount of years at out school. We start in 2nd grade and the last year is 6th grade. So... this will be BlairW_1 and my last year. But next year we can take competitive academics. That's almost the same thing.

~`~ Kenzie ~`~

We don't have it at my school (K-12 all girls prep school) from what I know, because I'm only in seventh grade. We do have honors classes for math (which I will never be in, LOL) and in sixth grade there was an honors english 4 serious writers (which i was in.)

Well, we have GT as Kenzie said, and we have honors math and reading, which Kenzie and I are both in. Is anyone out there in that MAP thing from Duke?

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T: Oh no! She's right! Sweet little me IS a mass murderer! But I don't remember any of it. Multiple personalities! That's gotta be it! Six faces of me! Each face responsible for a different death! Andy, George, Natalie, Blair, Beverly Ann, Jo.
B: And then there was Tootie!
T: AAAAHHHHH! Blair! But... I thought you were...
B: Dippity-dooed? That's what I wanted everyone to think! That made it easier to get rid of the rest of you!
T: You? You're the murderer? Blair, that's so inconsiderate!
B: Don't you see? That's part of my plan to eliminate everyone who falls under the fifty percent tax bracket!
T: But we were your friends!
B: My friends don't wear polyester! They don't drive motorcycles or ramblers! They don't buy their shoes from the supermarket!
T: I get mine from Paris, honest!
B: Face it, Tootie! You're hopelessly middle-class!
T: Blair! Blair! Please, wait! Please! Blair! Oh no! AAHH!
BA: No, please, please! No! Don't kill Tootie! No!
N: Beverly Ann, wake up!
BA: Don't drink the cocoa!
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~Danielle~

You mean, besides us? (I'm in MAP, too)

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J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
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B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
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T: What it is.
B: What is it?
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Ra: Is it what I think it is?
A: Well... if you think it is, what I think you think it is, it is what you think it is.
Ra: (confused) What is it?
.........................
J: Well, I hate to tell you this, but you're wrong. Oh, and please see that it doesn't happen again in our marriage.
R: Right. Hello, my baby, hello my darlin' (runs into door) Hello, my aching head!
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B: You were a concert pianist?
R: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
B: On a regular size piano?
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T: Jo, I know you're upset. I don't know why. (Jo glares at her) And I don't need to know why, but when I'm angry at someone, do you know what I do? I write and angry letter to the person that I'm mad at and then... I don't send it!
J: Oh, that'll teach 'em, Tootie.
T: Well, if I'm still mad the next day, I send it to myself. That way I'll have the satisfaction of knowing how the other person would have felt if I had had the courage to send it to them. What do you say to that?
J: Get out!

~`~ Kenzie ~`~

here, we call it G.A.T.E. (Gifted and Talented Education) i have been in it scince 4th grade which is the first year. it goes allthe way until 6th grade, and after that, you get placed in advanced classes and you can tae AP courses. i am in my 4th year of the whole program


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-Jinny Exstead

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Once we did this news thing (I was the commercial producer/manager.) and we called our station G.A.T.E, although I can't remember the channel #.

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T: Oh no! She's right! Sweet little me IS a mass murderer! But I don't remember any of it. Multiple personalities! That's gotta be it! Six faces of me! Each face responsible for a different death! Andy, George, Natalie, Blair, Beverly Ann, Jo.
B: And then there was Tootie!
T: AAAAHHHHH! Blair! But... I thought you were...
B: Dippity-dooed? That's what I wanted everyone to think! That made it easier to get rid of the rest of you!
T: You? You're the murderer? Blair, that's so inconsiderate!
B: Don't you see? That's part of my plan to eliminate everyone who falls under the fifty percent tax bracket!
T: But we were your friends!
B: My friends don't wear polyester! They don't drive motorcycles or ramblers! They don't buy their shoes from the supermarket!
T: I get mine from Paris, honest!
B: Face it, Tootie! You're hopelessly middle-class!
T: Blair! Blair! Please, wait! Please! Blair! Oh no! AAHH!
BA: No, please, please! No! Don't kill Tootie! No!
N: Beverly Ann, wake up!
BA: Don't drink the cocoa!
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~Danielle~

Ohmigosh! I was JUST thinking about that... and when we got locked in the closet rehearsing... and when Mrs. Ohls came on the PA and then Michael had to say... "We were experiencing a few technical errors." Mrs. B still shows that EVERY year to her kids! Talk about humiliation!

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J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
.........................
B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
.........................
T: What it is.
B: What is it?
.........................
Ra: Is it what I think it is?
A: Well... if you think it is, what I think you think it is, it is what you think it is.
Ra: (confused) What is it?
.........................
J: Well, I hate to tell you this, but you're wrong. Oh, and please see that it doesn't happen again in our marriage.
R: Right. Hello, my baby, hello my darlin' (runs into door) Hello, my aching head!
.........................
B: You were a concert pianist?
R: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
B: On a regular size piano?
.........................
T: Jo, I know you're upset. I don't know why. (Jo glares at her) And I don't need to know why, but when I'm angry at someone, do you know what I do? I write and angry letter to the person that I'm mad at and then... I don't send it!
J: Oh, that'll teach 'em, Tootie.
T: Well, if I'm still mad the next day, I send it to myself. That way I'll have the satisfaction of knowing how the other person would have felt if I had had the courage to send it to them. What do you say to that?
J: Get out!

~`~ Kenzie ~`~

I'm in gifted. We call it TAG here, too. I bet our school has the best program. I just got home from gifted. We can do just about whatever we want since there are only like 10 people in the whole class. My two best friends found some tape(We were playing chess and broke a piece)and when they were done fixing it, they covered their mouths with it and were putting it everywhere. They got in a fight over it and one of them grabbed the role of tape and yanked a big string of it out. The teacher came and she sees them both on the floor, one holding the end of the string and the other holding the role of tape, their mouths were covered with tape and they're trying to explain what was going on. She kicked us out for the day and made us go back to class. It was hilarious,I couldn't stop laughing.

they dont have tag at my middle school but next year at the high school there is first an AP(advance placement) or accelerated courses then we have honors...then below that we have standard and then last we have basic...

i already know what i am for next year(lil early huh??) but i am in 2 Ap courses and then 3 accelerated course and some weird electives...

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Tootie: hot stuff coming through, and the pizza's are warm too!

Jinny: i think i am going to give up men
Magda: you, give up sex?
Jinny: i didn't say i was giving up sex, i just said i was giving up men! to tell you the truth i kinda like the idea of becoming intamate with something that comes with a money-back gaurentee!

Jinny: You sure he's still up and moving around there, Cap?
Captin: Jinny do you really think that a crack about the age of your commanding officer is the smartest thing you could say under the circumstances
Jinny: umm.. probley not
Captin: thats what I thought

Kewl, at my school we go to Tag/Gifted from 1st through 8th grade. We have a really awesome class. Sometimes we do stuff like decorating the classroom and making our own movies (one of which we made $300 off of). It is sooooooo spectacular!

We did a newspaper last semester, but none of us really liked it any. I think we have about maybe... ummmm... 8 or 9 people in it. We're doing creative writing now. And that's when I work on Stranger With Her Face. Our teacher remembers FOL and thinks that it's great that we want to write about it. And in English, we have journals that we write in for the first 5 minutes of class. But what really rocks is that we can write anything. Today, I started 'A Magnificent Obesseion', which I'll post when I finish.

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J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
.........................
B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
.........................
T: What it is.
B: What is it?
.........................
Ra: Is it what I think it is?
A: Well... if you think it is, what I think you think it is, it is what you think it is.
Ra: (confused) What is it?
.........................
J: Well, I hate to tell you this, but you're wrong. Oh, and please see that it doesn't happen again in our marriage.
R: Right. Hello, my baby, hello my darlin' (runs into door) Hello, my aching head!
.........................
B: You were a concert pianist?
R: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
B: On a regular size piano?
.........................
T: Jo, I know you're upset. I don't know why. (Jo glares at her) And I don't need to know why, but when I'm angry at someone, do you know what I do? I write and angry letter to the person that I'm mad at and then... I don't send it!
J: Oh, that'll teach 'em, Tootie.
T: Well, if I'm still mad the next day, I send it to myself. That way I'll have the satisfaction of knowing how the other person would have felt if I had had the courage to send it to them. What do you say to that?
J: Get out!

~`~ Kenzie ~`~

thats cool!!!! we have respone journals but we have to write about a certain topic...but sometimes we get a chance to write our own short stories...which is cool~ when i was in grade school we had journals were we wrote what we wanted too..i swear i was a better writer then than i am now(somehow i got into ap english...hehe)

we had a class called journalism last year which was cool when i attened(i was sick like year when i had it so i missed most of the term) but then this year we have a class that deals with camras and filming our own shows and stuff...

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Tootie: hot stuff coming through, and the pizza's are warm too!

Jinny: i think i am going to give up men
Magda: you, give up sex?
Jinny: i didn't say i was giving up sex, i just said i was giving up men! to tell you the truth i kinda like the idea of becoming intamate with something that comes with a money-back gaurentee!

Jinny: You sure he's still up and moving around there, Cap?
Captin: Jinny do you really think that a crack about the age of your commanding officer is the smartest thing you could say under the circumstances
Jinny: umm.. probley not
Captin: thats what I thought

[This message has been edited by Fol_divison_rox_505 (edited 01-29-2001).]

Kenzie, that is SO not fair! Mrs. Hall lets you do journals? We're stuck with the stupid Preposition Song! All well, you have to suffer with me in reading with those journals. Oh, could you please help me sweet talk Mrs. Marr into getting me out of after-school? Please? Maybe I can just come in all week.

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T: Oh no! She's right! Sweet little me IS a mass murderer! But I don't remember any of it. Multiple personalities! That's gotta be it! Six faces of me! Each face responsible for a different death! Andy, George, Natalie, Blair, Beverly Ann, Jo.
B: And then there was Tootie!
T: AAAAHHHHH! Blair! But... I thought you were...
B: Dippity-dooed? That's what I wanted everyone to think! That made it easier to get rid of the rest of you!
T: You? You're the murderer? Blair, that's so inconsiderate!
B: Don't you see? That's part of my plan to eliminate everyone who falls under the fifty percent tax bracket!
T: But we were your friends!
B: My friends don't wear polyester! They don't drive motorcycles or ramblers! They don't buy their shoes from the supermarket!
T: I get mine from Paris, honest!
B: Face it, Tootie! You're hopelessly middle-class!
T: Blair! Blair! Please, wait! Please! Blair! Oh no! AAHH!
BA: No, please, please! No! Don't kill Tootie! No!
N: Beverly Ann, wake up!
BA: Don't drink the cocoa!
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~Danielle~