As a child I was always... "odd". No one understood me and to everyone I was weird. I was classified as a nerd because I love academics.
From a young age I loved biology and whenever I could I would borrow my moms college textbooks to read. I learned a lot just at the age of 3. When I grew up I still was taking my moms biology books and started taking notes for the future.
When I was in third grade I started getting noticed for my love of academics. I loved science, math, history, and English. People started to make fun of me because at the time they thought I was "lame". I loved the arts too but no one acknowledged my love for the arts. They couldn't see past the fact that I was different.
In fourth grade I joined a choir that I had to try out for. Not much had changed though. I still had my love for the arts and academics. That year a lot of people matured and didn't make fun of me as much. If they did it was just for fun.
Then fifth grade came along...