I’m an intelligent woman. I understood that there was absolutely no danger. I really, truly did. And yet … and yet, going to high school when you are eleven years old. Being the only girl in a mathematics class. Repeatedly. Going to college at fourteen. Having everyone stare at you because you can do math in your head. Having boys hate you, hate you, because you never get questions wrong in class. Being used as a tool by professor after professor. “Look! Even this little girl knows the answer.” By the time I left college, I would do anything to avoid speaking in front of a group.
