My parents were great-- always encouraging me in school. Grandparents were not so good. They were worried I'd become one of those "(expletive omitted) intellectual broads". When I graduated from college, they gave me a sewing machine to make clothes for our yet-to-be children because, after all, I was just in college to get my "MRS degree", right? A woman in the family working was, and still is, a source of embarassment for my grandmother.
I was never very interested in reading, but did well in English, Lit, Social Sciences anyway. Math and Science were my ground, though. When my HS Physics teacher heard I was going to study chemical engineering, he suggested I *not* go to the nearby university because it was #1 in the country and I wouldn't get in. Wrong. I got in. Along with honors program acceptance and scholarships. He then said I'd probably succeed in engineering because of affirmative action and I "have the right plumbing".
I had a Spanish teacher who saw me upstage a male classmate one day in an oral assignment in class. He went on a tirade in front of the class about how shameful it is to be outdone by a female.
HS boyfriend was smart, but always a bit behind me. I didn't talk much about my grades, but if anyone else brought it up he was horribly defensive about his scores and always trying to explain my grades as somehow less valid than his. This got worse as we went into college; he tried to spin things to sound like the honors program at the university was somehow a less-intelligent choice.
Mom & Dad are proud of me.
Grandpa even bragged about me (before he died).
I guess I did get the "MRS degree" as I met DH in our Analog Circuit Design class.
Physics teacher was wrong: I did not go on to a successful career in engineering, but chose to become a very successful mathematician instead.
I am now surrounded by men and women who had similar experiences to my own, which is nice. I also get to do math all the time. I was made for math.
Somehow the Spanish teacher came around: by the end of my senior year one of my honors at graduation was the "top honor" medal for Spanish, for which he recommended me, and personally presented.
My DH is very smart and we remember fondly how we spent one of our first dates telling Physics jokes. We fight over who gets to fix things. : )
As for HS boyfriend: Don't know. Don't care.