I cried every day of first grade. In class. Which meant I ended up getting comfortable emoting in a place where it wasn't the norm.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I vividly remember sixth grade. It's the year when kids turn mean, and it's definitely no longer okay to cry in public. So we force our hot tears back, and they burn our throats all the way down.
I went to boarding school at seven and cried and cried.
I wept my way through teaching practice.
When I was a kid, I thought it was tough.
I was the happiest in English class, and algebra was where I cried.
I grew up in a blue-collar neighborhood and was raised by a man who did not emote, ever... I always cry at movies, and when I was a kid, I would try to hide it. It wasn't something a kid in Oaklyn, N.J., did. So I have these weird hang-ups about emotions.
When I arrived in France, I cried every day. Not because I was in France - I could have been anywhere - but because I was so far, far away from my parents. I missed them so much.
When I was 12 I cried to my mom, because I never got my letter to Hogwarts.
I tried to be really tough when I was younger. I felt I had to stand up for myself. I never felt like I fit in.
I was trained to be very tough. My mom told me I shouldn't cry; I shouldn't be afraid of anything.