Post #3: Testing, one two splat
On the day I turned 60 I took a memory test. I was about to learn a new language and wanted to know if my brain would cooperate.
The last time I had taken a standardized test, I was 21. It was the GMAT, the test required for admission into MBA programs. Cornell University liked my score enough that they offered me a spot, even though I hadn’t applied.
This time I would get tested by the Toronto Memory Program, a clinic that specializes in researching dementia and treating patients with wobbly memories. In other words, people nothing at all like me.
The backwards-sevens test was a cinch. So was the psychomotor test, which had me tracing lines between letters and numbers as fast as my muscles would allow. I was nailing this thing! Next, I had to list all the zoo animals I could think of in 60 seconds. I hadn’t been to a zoo since my kids were in diapers, but how hard could this be? The first few animals rolled easily off my tongue: lion, tiger, cheetah, polar bear… then a little imp flipped a switch in my brain and all I could picture were farm animals: chickens, turkeys, sheep. What the hell was going on?
I moved on to the cognigram, a computer-based test of visual memory and reaction time. Each time a playing card appeared on the screen, I was to press “yes” if I remembered seeing the card before and “no” if I didn’t. Every time I got a wrong answer, the computer beeped. I got a lot of beeps.
Drumroll, tally, score: “normal range, about one standard deviation above average for my age.” How could this happen? I’d scored 98th percentile on the GMAT! I’d gone to graduate school at Harvard! (I quit after a semester, but still.) All my life I’d woven a story about myself, a story that flowed from the premise that I had a rather special brain.
Like all people who don’t ace a test, I started in on the excuses. I was nervous. The test didn’t assess higher-level thinking. It was biased toward visual memory. If they had tested my auditory recall, I would have knocked it out of the park. Yeah, whatever.
Looks like I’m no longer a member of the special-brain club, just another schmo trying to learn a language. Whatever I accomplish will be through hard work, not turbo-charged synapses. If nothing else, I’ll get an A for effort.
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My father has dementia so I decided to do the test the Alzheimer Society has designed to confirm that my cognitive abilities were still rock solid. While I am no where near the intellectual superstar you are, I too was crushed to learn that I am just average. Sigh.
Keep on writing. Your pieces always make me smile…..and think at least one level deeper.
Interesting that you also had a cognitive test. Hope you’re managing with your dad. And thanks so much for your engagement and support. It means the world to me.
You’re still one standard deviation above the rest of us schmos…
Whatever the standardized testing shows, your brain still provides some of the most interesting, intelligent and thoughtful conversation of anyone I know.
We’re so smart and good until today, coz we’ve already learned Portuguese in 7 mounths! You are a genius!
Ha ha, very funny!