I never wanted to go to university: books seemed to have all the answers, and the questions, too. I went to work for Jean Muir as her in-house model. Miss Muir - as she will always be to me - was interested in everything.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'd gone to Wellesley College, an amazing women's college where the students were encouraged to follow our dreams. However, after I graduated and had a historical romance published, more than a few people indicated that, in some way, my career choice was a 'waste' of so much education.
I was delighted to not go to university. I couldn't wait to be out of education.
I knew I didn't want to pursue an academic career at all, which, of course, my father would have loved me to have done. I didn't want to go to university. The only other thing I could do was paint, and so I went to art school because they couldn't conceive of how one would be an actor.
The only things I could do were English, drama and history. I loved them subjects, but I hated everything else.
All I wanted was to be a university teacher.
I was a dedicated, boring student. The last thing I wanted was to be a comedienne.
I looked back at the years since I'd left college and thought of the list of things I'd have liked to do. I'd always wanted to write a book - not a small undertaking. I never felt I had the time or creative energy to spare in order to write one as well as I wanted.
I wanted to be a war reporter - scrabbling around, exposing things. I didn't want to go to university, I wanted to get a job, but Auntie Beryl said I should go to Oxford.
My Alma mater was books, a good library... I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.
I was a good student - a geek, really - editor of the school paper, thought I was going to go to university.