Maths was okay, there was no stupid matter of taste in that. You could concentrate on being right without having to worry about what the teacher wants.
I turned 30 yesterday and I still don't use makeup (except on very rare occasions) and my hair is between 2 cm and 5 cm long; washed twice a week, combed if somebody with a bigger Se than mine makes remarks about it.-I still sort of think that painting nails/makeup/hair stuff are mundane tasks that I'd rather not do, but I have to.
I didn't teach myself, but I could read quite early too. My mother was a teacher in first grade and was only too happy to answer my questions about those funny letters. I never understood that whole fuss about words with one syllable. If you can read one syllable, you can read the next one too and put it together, no?- I also taught myself how to read right before my second birthday. I always thought it was weird that other kids in kindergarten and 1st grade couldn't read...I just didn't understand what was so hard about it.
I also doodled in lessons, but in my case my teachers were right. I didn't distract others (and they never told me that either), but I did distract myself. I had to take real ordinary notes too. They didn't stop my doodling, I did it myself - I found out writing stories during the lesson was still a lot more fun And by that time (I was in university when I started to write) I was able to keep two sheets of paper on my desk and switch to paying attention and taking ordinary notes whenever necessary. Most of the university lessons were (more than) difficult enough for me not needing the writing distraction to keep me from falling asleep, but some of them...