Classification

Ever since I was young I had a passion for math.  I still remember when i was 6, I woke up at 7am in the morning before school and made flash cards for multiplication. Just for fun. To me, math and science were the best part of school.  To foster this talent, love, whatever it was, I attended a technology focused K-12 school that only had 500 students.  There were less than 50 in my grade. This meant, from 4th grade until the time I graduated I was with (more or less) the same group of people. At this school we were forced to wear uniforms consisting of khaki pants and polo shirts.  In elementary school I was classified as a tomboy.  I loved dinosaurs, running around outside, and most of all, Pokemon.  Things I didn't like consisted of stuff like brushing my hair and wearing earrings. However, I secretly played with my Barbies until I was 15.  It just goes to show that the world is never so simply black and white, or tomboy and girly girl for that matter.  A few weeks after starting out at this new school I ended up joining Lego League to build robots.   So my reputation at my school was set for the next 8 years of my life. Nerdy, loves math and science, and a tomboy.  Once I entered college, I enrolled in a literature class.  In this class I made a friend.  Her major was global studies, and mine was still undecided.  Flash forward to last week.  I saw her again, the first time I have seen her since the class and we make small talk. She asks if I have decided on a major yet.  When I reply "biochemistry" she looks at me shocked.  She replies, "You don't look like a science-y person at all, I would have assumed that you pick a more arts-y type major."  And so I have been reclassified.  Neither classification explains the real me, but just confines me to a broad definition that does not allow for my individuality.