I had mine tested when I was 8.. something like 153...
"Isn't that wonderful?" BULL$#!+. It SUCKS. All of a sudden, you owe the world something because you actually pay attention and can figure things out a little quicker. Reading at three isn't a blessing...it's a curse. God forbid you be different.
Growing up in the org doubles that... You always have doubts by virtue of your racing mind, making you worthless in the elder's eyes, but because you have these talents that Jehovah gave you, "well, brother, you're smart, so you should be a GREAT pioneer..."
My dad, God Bless him, never could make the connection that just because I can write, imagine things and comprehend verbosity, that somehoow meant I could clean, rake, mow and work faster.
I try to use my gifts to the fullest...but there are a lot of times I would have swapped it for an 115 IQ, a few more freinds, a little less uncertanity and a feeling that I fit in. Knowing the right answer in class gets you the same look from others as if you had just foamed at the mouth, I've found.
"Intellegence has fewer practical applications in the world than you'd think." -- Scott Adams.