See, I don't like that emphasis on book smarts. I'm not book smart. I'm common sense smart enough to seem book smart, but I'm not.
I can usually skate by in History, just because of my memory. I have a very good, if sometimes erratic memory. I can read or hear something, and recall it perfectly a week later on the test.
English, similar idea. I do alright, but that's because I write a ton and read even more. My collective internet postings are probably longer than The Lord of the Rings. I write a lot, and I read a lot, and I try to imitate the stuff I read in my writing, which means that if I try, I can sound like I know what I'm talking about.
Math, I have a mixed time with. Predefined rules, formulae, and procedures absolutely kill me. I completely rely on understanding how things work. If something doesn't make sense to me, I can't do it. Some of the more arcane and abstract things go way over my head, unless they're explained in real life terms. I didn't understand Calculus whatsoever until it was applied to Physics. I do, however, usually manage to understand it, much to the chagrin of every math teacher I've ever dealt with. I can take a math problem, and mentally move around the numbers and make it work. I don't need to use equations or write stuff down or any of that crap if I understand it. It's incrediable to see how much quicker things can be done without useless paper work. The damn teachers want to see that paper work though. I can space out in class, never open my textbook, never do homework, and polish off a 45 minute test in 15 minutes with 95% accuracy, if it makes sense to me. If I don't understand why, I could work on it for three hours, and still not get a single correct answer.
Physics, my favorite class. Some of it can get pretty theoretical, but it's mostly a less abstract form of mathematics. I consider myself pretty damn good at it. It's a more real life, common sense class.
Fuck, I talk a lot.