As a young girl, I always loved science. While other kids were passing notes under desks, doodling in their textbooks, or just ignoring the teacher, I would be hanging onto every word, my eyes glued to the talker. When they would ask a question, my hand would shoot into the air. Language arts and math never really interested me, but science... glorious science...
I was bullied, too. "Hey, nerd," the nasty kids would sneer. "Was it you who was the idiot who discovered e=mc2?" Then they would push me into the locker and stalk away, laughing.
So my life continued. I went through my stages, going through boyfriends and puberty, but science was still my life. I would study every night for tests that would probably never happen. Most of my boyfriends broke up with me after discovering me reading a science book under the table while on a date or something in those categories.
After only a matter of years, I was graduated from high school. Sadly, I hadn't gotten into any great colleges, thought there were some okay ones willing to take me in because of my phenomenal science grades.