Tuesday 26 June 2007

¿Él o ella?

Encuentre las diferencias entre este artículo de 20minutos.es:

Descubren a una niña de dos años con un cociente intelectual de 152, el mismo que el físico Stephen Hawking
20MINUTOS.ES. 25.06.2007 - 13:30h

-Con cinco meses gateaba. A los nueve andaba. Y a los catorce ya se vestía sola.

-Su madre asegura que no se cree que sea más inteligente que los demás y dice que "es encantadora".

Georgia Brown, una niña de dos años, es la pequeña más brillante que ha conocido en su vida un experto en este tipo de niños que destacan por algún don, tal y como informa este lunes el Daily Mail.

Empezó a gatear a los cinco meses y a los nueve ya andaba. A los catorce meses, ya se vestía sola.

A una edad muy temprana ya podía contar hasta diez, reconocer colores y empezar a interesarse por el Francés.

"Empezó a hablar muy pronto. Con 18 meses ya mantenía una conversación", asegura su madre, la señora Brown.

Con un año, se presentaba de esta guisa: "Hola soy Georgia, tengo un año". A esa edad "ya se sabía poner los zapatos y en el lugar correcto, correspondiendo el pie con el zapato".

Incluso cuando fueron a ver La bella y la bestia dijo a sus padres que "no me gustó Gastón (el villano). Era arrogante".

Test de inteligencia

Al ver su capacidad intelectual, la madre de Georgia empezó a preocuparse por su educación.

Se puso en contacto con el profesor Joan Freeman, un psicólogo especializado en la educación, para que le aconsejase. Éste sometió a la niña a un test para ver el cociente intelectual que tenía y la sorpresa fue cuando descubrió el dato: un IQ de 152, muy por encima de lo normal (en un adulto son 100 puntos).

Con estos resultados, Mensa, una organización para personas con elevado cociente intelectual , invitó a Georgia a unirse a ellos.

Además, su madre asegura que "no se cree que es mejor y más lista que cualquiera. Es una niña encantadora".

http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/251784/0/nina/cociente/intelectual/


y este otro del Daily Mail:


Two-year-old 'Matilda' becomes youngest ever girl in Mensa
By DUNCAN ROBERTSON

Last updated at 23:01pm on 21st June 2007

Her parents knew Georgia Brown was bright. After all, she could count to ten, recognised her colours and was even starting to dabble with French.

But it was only when their bubbly little two-year-old took an IQ test that her towering intellect was confirmed.

Georgia has become the youngest female member of Mensa after scoring a genius-rated IQ of 152.

This puts her in the same intellectual league, proportionate to her age, as physicist Stephen Hawking.

According to an expert in gifted children, Georgia is the brightest two-year-old she has ever met.

Parents Martin and Lucy Brown have always regarded their youngest child as a remarkably quick learner.

She was crawling at five months and walking at nine months.

By 14 months, she was getting herself dressed.

"She spoke really early - by 18 months she was having proper conversations," Mrs Brown said.

"She would say, 'Hello I'm Georgia, I'm one'. She was also putting her shoes on and putting them on the right feet."

Georgia was so perceptive that after one outing to the theatre to see Beauty and the Beast she solemnly informed her parents: "I didn't like Gaston (the villain). He was mean and arrogant."

Struck by the similarities between her daughter and Matilda, the title character in the Roald Dahl story about a gifted child, Mrs Brown began to worry about Georgia's future education.

She contacted Professor Joan Freeman, a specialist educational psychologist, for advice.

Professor Freeman applied the standard Stamford-Binet Intelligence Scale test to Georgia and was amazed to find this was too limited to map her creative abilities.

She said: "Even at two she was very thoughtful.

"What Georgia did on some questions was of a higher quality than that which was necessary to gain a mark.

"She swept right through it like a hot knife through butter.

"I would ask her things like 'give me two blocks or give me ten blocks' and she would manage it as easily as you would expect a five-year-old.

"In one test I asked her to draw a circle and she did it so perfectly.

"Most adults would struggle to do that. Her circle was near to being perfect.

"It shows she can physically hold a pen well but also that she understands the concept of a circle."

Georgia, who is at nursery school, was also able to tell the difference between pink and purple - a skill which most children learn at primary school age.

Professor Freeman said: "I said to her, 'What a pretty pink skirt, and you have tights and shoes to match'.

"She said, 'They're not pink, they're purple'. Most children go to school aged five and start to learn colours, let alone knowing the difference between pink and purple.

"I have to keep reminding myself that she is only two."

To the amazement of the family, who live in Aldershot, Hampshire, Georgia scored 152 points on the IQ test, putting her in the top 0.2 per cent of the population. Those with an average IQ would score around 100 points in the same test.

Georgia was then invited to join Mensa, the High IQ society whose members have IQs in the top 2 per cent of the population. Georgia is one of only 30 Mensa members under the age of ten.

Mrs Brown, chief executive of a charity, believes Georgia has benefited by growing up as the youngest of five children.

She has been absorbing information from her older brothers and sisters and father, a self-employed carpenter, while not receiving any special treatment.

"There is always someone around to offer her something," her mother said.

"But she still has temper tantrums, like you wouldn't believe, throwing herself on the floor.

"She doesn't think she's better and cleverer than everyone else. She is a very kind and loving child."

Georgia, who has a "wicked sense of humour" is as busy as any toddler, enjoying a schedule of ballet classes, listening to stories, dancing, singing, sport and even watching the TV.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=463539&in_page_id=1770

Monday 4 June 2007

Hair

On Saturday afternoon I went to the hairdresser's and had a short haircut. I knew the salon was there but I had never looked inside. Three female employees stood next to the till. I was standing at the door, then stepped sideways on the pavement and looked through the window. Some women were having their hair washed. My reflection on the glass was making me nervous. Fearing someone may notice me and thought I was a pervert, I walked past and carried on walking unhurriedly for about fifty metres pondering what to do. I made up my mind momentarily. I stopped, turned around and walked decidedly back to the shop before I could back out.

I didn't ask for such short hair; it was the hairdresser's decision, as I had given her freedom of action. After all, my experience is you don't need to describe to them in detail what you want because they usually follow their own instincts, and, to be honest, it's hard to know what exactly you want. I prefer to delegate such vital judgments to a professional. When I'm asked, I always hear myself saying quietly, Cut it shorter than it is. But everyone interprets my words in a different manner. Even when I've been forced to be more specific, the end-result has always been a surprise. Is that what I asked for? I'm a genius! —on those occasions I liked it—, or I must measure my words next time, when it was not so satisfying. I am quite happy I got rid of that dishevelled mop of hair, in any case. It's getting increasingly hot and I am cooler now (not as in ¡qué guay!). Even so, I would suggest banks in general, and Carrefour in particular, turn up the air conditioning. I was dying in the queue in all three banks I went to this morning.

So, please, don't say anything, ignore me, don't embarrass me more. You can smirk at me, bent double with laughter or writhe around on the ground for all I care, but if you have nothing else to say, keep quiet!

By the way, a weird thought has been tormenting me all along: I didn't see a single (or married:) man in there. Could it be a women's hairdresser's, by any chance? That might help explain the bewildered look on the hairdresser's face when I asked her whether I could have a haircut. Ahem... let's not make it more difficult. I don't want to know.