I hated middle school with all my heart. I was desperate to get out. Kids teased me just because I liked cats. And when I brught up my obsession with numbers, the teasing doubled. I was as angry as a charging rhino; felt like punching everybody in the face. then people would egg me on and ask me to dance or sing for them, only so they can laugh at me at the end. I had few friends, and I was a teacher's pet. I'd rather sit with the teachers during lunch than the students. In 8th grade, I realized that nobody really wanted to hang out with me, they just wanted to talk to me for 2 minutes and leave. I never got invited to parties. I realized that the way i dressed was not exactly fashionable, so i decided to incorporate styles from others (i'm glad i did, too) Despite all this trouble in middle school, I still managed to get good grades in class.
Hopefully this won't happen to you niece as well. Warn her that the kids can be judgemental, but don't pressure her to act "normal." I totally defied my mom when she told me to, since there is no way that i would ever pretend to be somebody else just to defend myself. Besides, if those so-called normal people think i'm weird, that's their problem, not mine. Just remember: “I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.” --Kurt Cobain
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"Sometimes people I meet for the first time remind me of a particular number and this helps me to be comfortable around them." --Daniel Tammet, 2006