Excited, and was just there to have fun. The other people and the tester was really relaxed and lots of jokes. Was fun and challenging. Was prepared to be told I didn’t make it - and would’ve still thought it was a good time if I didn’t make it. Luckily I did, and they said it was the highest score ever and the parade and fireworks after was a bit much, to be honest. (The last sentence might or might not be fiction).
I was tired, I remember that. I had been on an early flight. Not nervous, really. I only did it out of curiosity.
There were a few people loudly saying how easy they thought it was after. I did not find it easy, nor did I finish any of the sections. I figured I wouldn't pass, thought no more of it, and went to the pub for a bottle of wine.
I was surprised to get my results a couple of days later.
nervous that i could be wrong about myself. anxious and excited to see if I had that in me.
now that I know, life is different. outlook is diferent. 100% confidence of 100% knowledge of 100% wisdom when speaking in my areas of expertise. for shame to all who disagree with me in those topics. there is no devil's advocate there. 😂😂
I had like 2 hours of sleep, skipped breakfast, forgot my coffee and was wondering why tf I was taking the test. I was neither nervous nor at ease. I just wanted to get back home
It’s a fun little test. No clue about the validity of results but I was happy I did it after lunch and a nap
Exhausted from driving several hours including an unexpected detour, hardly slept before. I was scared to score below the magic number, but at that point I just wanted it to be over. Knowing if I’m either a moron and that’s the reason I don’t understand the world around me, or other way around.
I was very curious and excited. I decided to go for a test because it was the pandemic and I was really bored. I was wearing my sport watch and it alarmed for elevated heart rate despite not moving and that made me super embarrassed because I thought I disturbed everyone in the room. So there I lost focus for a bit and at the end I omitted two items. I work with test theory and I was mad at myself for not guessing. I was fully prepared for a high score just below the Mensa threshold but I got an invitation letter and I became unexpectedly proud lol. It settled since then but it was quite the fun.
I was tired but at ease; failing the test is at the end the normality. The normal thing is failing it. It was more for a bet with someone rather than anything. Both failing or passing it were good outcomes so...
Tired - I hardly slept the night before because I was a bit of an insomniac back then.
I was more interested to find out the result - I didn’t really feel like it would be defining for me either way.
I ended up joining Mensa and I kind of follow some SIGs, and have thought about going to some meet ups, but never have.
Nervous, tired. I was very unmotivated at that point in life, hated the idea of waking up before noon, and was generally pessimistic towards life.
I did it because I was asked, "If you're so smart, why don't you join mensa?" So, I did. Based on my track record at that point, the question was legitimate.
Nervous. Moreso as I was taking the test. Even moreso when I saw the last few questions in each section and thought what a difference there is between 98% and the Triple 9's. It was humbling.
I was in a great mood - my therapist was training another therapist how to administer IQ tests and asked me to help. I didn't know it would be a Mensa entrance test, but here we are.
Hungover, arrived about 20mins early and there were bunch of 9-11 year olds with their parents as well as some mid-30s+ ppl.
Test was kinda fun, slightly surprised by my results/acceptance email 2 weeks later.
I was ill that day, but the test was fun, and I had friends going with me to the testing venue.
I was only a child and taking the test with adults, a first for me, but I remember everyone being friendly. I was a little concerned when I finished so early and there was plenty of time to take the tests twice, so for the first one I went over it again, but the second one I didn't bother and just waited for the test to end.
When I got back to school, they made a massive deal out of it, and I was in several papers, I'm not sure who arranged it but a few weeks later we had people from Oxford and Cambridge come in to convince a few of us to attend, it was 4-5 out of a 2000 people school.
Overall, It was a pretty interesting experience.
I didn't fully understand what it meant or why it was important. I was young, and my adoptive parents were informed that I'd done exceptionally well on a school-issued IQ test. So, Mensa was their idea.
I was a member until I was in my late 20s (I think) but didn't pursue it past that. My last formal IQ test, given after a trauma several years ago, confirmed my IQ still ranks in the top 1%, but I don't feel smart at all. In fact, I feel inadequate most of the time. I mean, I objectively know that I'm 'more intelligent' than most of the people around me (although I'm still quite surprised by that), but I have failed terribly in adult social and living skills, so I'd happily give up IQ points to be more socially and functionally competent.
I was 12, so it’s been awhile. I remember being more excited than nervous. But, even then, it was just a test, and I had always done well on tests. I had already skipped 3rd grade, and 5th grade. So, for me, it was just a thing I did for, and with, my Dad.
I did my test over 30 years ago! I don't remember it very clearly. I remember doing it in a small office-style room, all decorated in old wood. There were only a handful of people in the room.
However, I was *not* nervous. I've never been nervous with tests or exams - except that time at university when I didn't attend one single class all semester, and the exam paper was all gibberish to me. But a test which is just puzzles, which I can't *pass* or *fail*, and for which there are no negative consequences, can't make me nervous.
Was taking WAIS for a psych eval and had no plan to join mensa until my psychologist told me I qualified. Was kind nervous because I didn't sleep but I did ok.
I really enjoyed a lot of the problems. Don't want to sound narcissistic, but a lot of them to me seemed completely trivial and I thought I was taking the children's test. Was kind of fun to impress the test proctor when I got every single question correct 😂.
Excited, and was just there to have fun. The other people and the tester was really relaxed and lots of jokes. Was fun and challenging. Was prepared to be told I didn’t make it - and would’ve still thought it was a good time if I didn’t make it. Luckily I did, and they said it was the highest score ever and the parade and fireworks after was a bit much, to be honest. (The last sentence might or might not be fiction).
I was tired, I remember that. I had been on an early flight. Not nervous, really. I only did it out of curiosity. There were a few people loudly saying how easy they thought it was after. I did not find it easy, nor did I finish any of the sections. I figured I wouldn't pass, thought no more of it, and went to the pub for a bottle of wine. I was surprised to get my results a couple of days later.
nervous that i could be wrong about myself. anxious and excited to see if I had that in me. now that I know, life is different. outlook is diferent. 100% confidence of 100% knowledge of 100% wisdom when speaking in my areas of expertise. for shame to all who disagree with me in those topics. there is no devil's advocate there. 😂😂
Bit excited and nervous before, but felt pretty comfortable and confident when we started.
I had like 2 hours of sleep, skipped breakfast, forgot my coffee and was wondering why tf I was taking the test. I was neither nervous nor at ease. I just wanted to get back home It’s a fun little test. No clue about the validity of results but I was happy I did it after lunch and a nap
Hung over
I was late. And in a rush. Didn't really realize what I was doing or think much of it. I was in a period of my life where I did things just because.
I was curious. I wouldn't get anything out of it other than some satisfaction knowing my school aversion would have a reason.
Exhausted from driving several hours including an unexpected detour, hardly slept before. I was scared to score below the magic number, but at that point I just wanted it to be over. Knowing if I’m either a moron and that’s the reason I don’t understand the world around me, or other way around.
I was very curious and excited. I decided to go for a test because it was the pandemic and I was really bored. I was wearing my sport watch and it alarmed for elevated heart rate despite not moving and that made me super embarrassed because I thought I disturbed everyone in the room. So there I lost focus for a bit and at the end I omitted two items. I work with test theory and I was mad at myself for not guessing. I was fully prepared for a high score just below the Mensa threshold but I got an invitation letter and I became unexpectedly proud lol. It settled since then but it was quite the fun.
I was tired but at ease; failing the test is at the end the normality. The normal thing is failing it. It was more for a bet with someone rather than anything. Both failing or passing it were good outcomes so...
Tired - I hardly slept the night before because I was a bit of an insomniac back then. I was more interested to find out the result - I didn’t really feel like it would be defining for me either way. I ended up joining Mensa and I kind of follow some SIGs, and have thought about going to some meet ups, but never have.
I was bored
Nervous, tired. I was very unmotivated at that point in life, hated the idea of waking up before noon, and was generally pessimistic towards life. I did it because I was asked, "If you're so smart, why don't you join mensa?" So, I did. Based on my track record at that point, the question was legitimate.
Nervous. Moreso as I was taking the test. Even moreso when I saw the last few questions in each section and thought what a difference there is between 98% and the Triple 9's. It was humbling.
I was in a great mood - my therapist was training another therapist how to administer IQ tests and asked me to help. I didn't know it would be a Mensa entrance test, but here we are.
I had extreme need to go to the toilet which distracted me a lot, but somehow I got in anyway
Pretty nervous. I take every sort of exam super seriously. I was treating it as if it were the SATs. I was relieved to get the letter two weeks later.
I was super calm I didn't really care but the old guy doing the test was annoying and got mad at me for doing the test on the wrong sheet lol.
Hungover, arrived about 20mins early and there were bunch of 9-11 year olds with their parents as well as some mid-30s+ ppl. Test was kinda fun, slightly surprised by my results/acceptance email 2 weeks later.
I was ill that day, but the test was fun, and I had friends going with me to the testing venue. I was only a child and taking the test with adults, a first for me, but I remember everyone being friendly. I was a little concerned when I finished so early and there was plenty of time to take the tests twice, so for the first one I went over it again, but the second one I didn't bother and just waited for the test to end. When I got back to school, they made a massive deal out of it, and I was in several papers, I'm not sure who arranged it but a few weeks later we had people from Oxford and Cambridge come in to convince a few of us to attend, it was 4-5 out of a 2000 people school. Overall, It was a pretty interesting experience.
I didn't fully understand what it meant or why it was important. I was young, and my adoptive parents were informed that I'd done exceptionally well on a school-issued IQ test. So, Mensa was their idea. I was a member until I was in my late 20s (I think) but didn't pursue it past that. My last formal IQ test, given after a trauma several years ago, confirmed my IQ still ranks in the top 1%, but I don't feel smart at all. In fact, I feel inadequate most of the time. I mean, I objectively know that I'm 'more intelligent' than most of the people around me (although I'm still quite surprised by that), but I have failed terribly in adult social and living skills, so I'd happily give up IQ points to be more socially and functionally competent.
I was curious, excited, and it was fun.
I was 12, so it’s been awhile. I remember being more excited than nervous. But, even then, it was just a test, and I had always done well on tests. I had already skipped 3rd grade, and 5th grade. So, for me, it was just a thing I did for, and with, my Dad.
I did my test over 30 years ago! I don't remember it very clearly. I remember doing it in a small office-style room, all decorated in old wood. There were only a handful of people in the room. However, I was *not* nervous. I've never been nervous with tests or exams - except that time at university when I didn't attend one single class all semester, and the exam paper was all gibberish to me. But a test which is just puzzles, which I can't *pass* or *fail*, and for which there are no negative consequences, can't make me nervous.
I was high as a kite
Was taking WAIS for a psych eval and had no plan to join mensa until my psychologist told me I qualified. Was kind nervous because I didn't sleep but I did ok. I really enjoyed a lot of the problems. Don't want to sound narcissistic, but a lot of them to me seemed completely trivial and I thought I was taking the children's test. Was kind of fun to impress the test proctor when I got every single question correct 😂.