Nobody cares about my story either AND no one will read it three days later, but here it is. We moved to a new school when I was in third grade, and they gave me a placement test to determine my English ability. It was Dick and Jane stuff, which I had never seen before (I read Watership Down when I was in Kindergarten. I had started reading at age 2). Needless to say, I scored perfectly, which the school could hardly believe. So they put me in the Advanced course, with the _other_ two gifted students in the school.
On the first day of Advanced, we went to the computer room where they had six PET computers. Our treat for being Advanced students was to get to type in a program in BASIC and run it. Since my family had had a Vic 20 for a couple years, and since the BASIC language is pretty much the same for both, I read the code and told the other two what would happen when we ran it.
Kicked. Out. And in record time, no doubt.
I was never allowed around the PET computers again.
In high school, they gave the IT duties to the volleyball coach (for real). I don't know how he ended up with the task, but he kept grabbing me out of sixth period (which was his free period, but I had Geology) so I could help him with computer problems. I flunked Geology. Good times.