Multiple Intelligences: A Brief Report

So, I think I'm a pretty smart person, but like most pretty smart people, I can be so stupid. Of course, I demanded an explanation for this. So I decided to look into the theory of multiple intelligences. However I may feel about the theory itself, I can say I found myself to be lacking in three of the types of intelligence, namely spatial intelligence, bodily-kinesthetic intelligence, and even though I love nature, naturalistic intelligence.

To sum this up--

1. Spatial intelligence involves the ability to conceptualize three dimensional images or areas. So if you had high spatial intelligence you would likely be good at puzzles, designing, and making a mental map of where you want to go. None of these things hold too much of an interest for me (i.e. I suck at all of the above).

2. Bodily-kinesthetic intelligence involves having proficient fine and/or gross motor skills. To sum up my abilities in this department, I'll say that my printing looks like a 12 year old boy's and when I played basketball in middle school, the only basket I made was in the opponent's net. (I am, however, a great hula hooper.)

3. I don't really understand naturalistic intelligence and I don't really want to look into it, but it has something to do with being in touch with nature and understanding the natural world around you. I'm also going to pretend it has something to do with having a heightened awareness of your natural surroundings, but don't quote me on that.

Anyway, I'm discussing all these forms of intelligence as an excuse to tell a funny story about what happened to me one day at work.

One of my co-workers was running a chainsaw and I was just standing around prepared to help I guess, when suddenly, through an inability to visualize the area around me (maybe), an inability to keep my balance (definitely), and a lack of awareness of my natural surroundings (for sure), I stepped on a wasps' nest.

They immediately started stinging me so of course I ran. Then I realized that I had left a friend running a chainsaw about five feet away from an angry wasps' nest, so I turned around and started screaming at her.

Then I didn't know what to do, so I just started running again and all at the same time popping benadryll (which I always carry with me in case of this exact situation) and also ripping off all my clothes. My other co-worker, the infamous Dmart, had no idea what was going on and just started chasing me.

In the meantime, I kept screaming these high-pitched horror movie actress screams and then I would find the situation so ridiculous that I would just collapse in laughter. Then I would see another wasp on me and scream and the cycle would continue. (And let's not forget that I've already stripped down to my bra and underwear with my clothing strewn everywhere.) I felt like an insane.

My other co-worker just kept telling me to take a shower which then made sense, but is now confusing. I ended up just lying down and made Dmart perform a head to toe exam on me to find the stings.

There weren't all that many, but my boss took me to the hospital just in case, and I was forbidden from splitting wood for the rest of the day. Meanwhile, my co-workers were left to find the scattered clothing I had flung from my body--work gloves, pants, shirt. I was tired out from Benadryl for the rest of the day, so I just kind of wandered around and picked up random pieces of wood, helping I guess.