When I started 10th grade, the first time I walked into the English classroom I was delighted to see a bunch of The Lord of the Rings posters up on the walls. The English teacher (I regret I do not remember her name -- I was only in that school for three weeks before we went back overseas), was equally delighted that someone recognized them, had actually read the books, and enjoyed talking about them with her.
My classmates thought less of me for that. I noticed, but I was past caring.