Coloring outside the lines
When I brought Tin to be tested for gifted, the woman said that he did not color inside the lines and recommended that he use video games so that he would be better at the test in six months. As if.
As if I would have him perfect video games to perfect that damn test. The nerve. I had been trying to get him into Hines Elementary nursery, which since the 2005 Federal Flood and its relocation to Lakeview has been only taking gifted students – coincidentally, Tuesday, I learned from prior Hines alum that Hines is not the place to be if you are young, gifted and Black – even if their demographics suggest otherwise. So I’m sort of relieved that whole thing didn’t pan out.
Meanwhile, about a year ago, Tin, who used to sign his name T i n – began using a more dyslexic style – notice his signature in the right hand bottom corner:
It’s interesting, because when his signature changed so did his drawing, which became much more animated and creative. My friend who is an artist credits his dyslexia with his creativity.
Meanwhile, I ran across something interesting in Tin’s adoption files when I was looking for something for his school – his birthmother listed her favorite color as blue, which is Tin’s favorite color as well. I told him this the other day, but he shrugged it off.
There are no coincidences in life, are there?
