Between our Worlds

The Problem

Claudia has been a problem throughout my friends and I's "group"... 2 of the 3 people are annoyed with her. The other one... I don't want to be rude and gossip. But... Claudia is just mean and annoying. Worst combination. Annoying because she is very childish and naïve. Mean because if she doesn't get her way, she can *attempt* to hurt you. She is literally OBSESSED with Taylor Swift. All the merchandise. All the albums. All the perfume. All the signatures and posters. SHE EVEN MET HER.
I DO NOT like Taylor Swift. I said my opinion and got kicked. It didn't hurt because she isn't strong. Actually, quite weak. She is very tall. Choppy, thin hair which is dirty blonde. Long bangs which are getting grown out, but right now look dorky. Gaps between her teeth, especially her top front teeth.
I don't judge her on her looks. She is flat-out MEAN. Philosophy means nothing to her. Seriously, I was reading "The Apology" by Plato, and she made fun of me.
I know a lot of history and philosophy information for my age((12)). I could write essays for Rome, Greece, Egypt, the Middle East, and Japan if you want. I don't count America because everyone in 'Merica knows that.
In 1st Grade, I was reading Twilight. A third grade teacher saw me when she walked into the room. She took the book,"Are you understanding this book?"
"Yes," I replied.
She skimmed through the pages. She stopped and said,"Ok, can you tell me what immediately means?"
I thought about how to put it in words and answered,"It's when you do it right away."
She gave the book back,"Wow! You should be in 3rd grade!! That is better than my 3rd graders!"
She went and talked to my teacher and left. After 2nd grade, I was offered to skip 3rd grade. I turned it down.
That choice could've changed my life.
I could be the first person in a long time to have skipped a grade(my school was very strict and tough).
I had to learn cursive.
I had to have the teacher that made me feel proud of myself.
In 3rd grade, I was taking a reading test. She stopped me,"I remember what you were reading in first grade."
I returned to reading. I realized that I never forgot that moment, and she didn't either. It was the first time I was proud of myself. In first grade, I would be trapped in thought of how life worked. When I was young, I would always think about how I really move, but now physics doesn't intrest me as much. My dad is a doctor and I would always ask him so many questions. I went to work with him one time. On a sheet of paper I wrote, in messy, 5
-year-old handwriting, out a form for patients to fill out:
Name:
Birthday:
Gender:
Age:
Signature:
_________________
My dad laughed. I didn't think it was funny at all. I got to do all sorts of things. My favorite was to shred papers. I also saw him spin blood samples in a machine to separate blood cells and lipids, then I would take them down to the lab to have the lab-people study it and record the data. I have a very deep interest in philosophy still. Why can we move by just thinking? Why can we digest? Why are we made? Why are humans a supreme species? Is evolution true? These are questions I plan on discovering.