When I was in kindergarten, I was one of a handful of kids who were invited to come back to the school after lunch (this was in the days of half-day kindergarte

When I was in kindergarten, I was one of a handful of kids who were invited to come back to the school after lunch (this was in the days of half-day kindergarten being the norm) to learn math with the first graders. I got kicked out for being disruptive. My mom, annoyed at not having her afternoons free, gave me math learning materials to keep me busy. Since she wasn‘t a teacher, she didn’t really know what she was doing and I ended up entering first grade reading at a fifth-grade level and doing math at a third-grade level. I really should have been skipped ahead at least a year, if not two. The first-grade teacher had me teach the gifted kids in the back of the room while she taught the rest of the class, the second-grade teacher didn’t really know what to do with me and I was bored out of my skull as a result (first and second grade swapped between the two teachers at lunch time with the first-grade teacher focusing on reading and writing, the second-grade teacher focusing on math and science).