I won't say ours was a tough school, but we had our own coroner. We used to write essays like: What I'm going to be if I grow up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Because school was so terrible was probably why I was driven to write.
I went to grad school with the grand plan of getting my Ph.D. and writing weighty, Tudor-Stuart-set historical fiction - from which I emerged with a law degree and a series of light-hearted historical romances about flower-named spies during the Napoleonic wars.
I was a good pupil at primary school: in the second class I was writing with no spelling mistakes, and the third and fourth classes were done in a single year.
Exeter was, I suspect, more crucial in my life than in the lives of most members of my class, and conceivably, than in the lives of almost anyone else who ever attended the school.
I took a lot of writing courses.
When I was a child, writing was the worst possible choice of a career in my family.
I was a good student - a geek, really - editor of the school paper, thought I was going to go to university.
I don't like to think about what school was like for me.
I had a tough time fitting in, as I guess most kids do. I felt like school was kind of a grand opportunity to figure yourself out and to figure out what you wanted.
My education was very tough.