Esther understood that no matter how much you plan, the outcome is not up to you

“Ma, what’s my IQ?”
I glanced over at Avi, who was sprawled on the couch reading some article that was apparently discussing IQ.
“I have no idea,” I answered him, gearing up to launch into one of my favorite topics of It’s not what you know, but what you do with it and IQ versus EQ, but he was already back into his article. Yet his question niggled at me, because I clearly remember asking my mother the same when I was his age and being frustrated that she didn’t have a tangible answer to offer.
I decided it was finally time to discover what my mental magical number was. I got ahold of some old IQ tests, first trying an abstract reasoning test. It felt like I was back taking the SATs, not a fun feeling. Besides, what use do I have for abstract reasoning other than explaining why Yitzi has to go to bed a full two hours before Binyamin even though they’re not two years apart?
When I finally finished using all my gray cells, I got to the disclaimer at the end. Apparently, this was a sample test and if I really wanted proper results, I could send in $19.99. It was a no-brainer to know that wasn’t a smart investment.
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