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My father was a truck driver. That's where it all started, and academically I was a disaster at school. My cousin got his name on the honour board; I, at Melbourne High School, I carved mine on the desk.

— Lindsay Fox

Sentiment: NEGATIVE

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✓Similar Perspectives

I see myself being a great-grandmother at my great-grandson's graduation from a school that has my name on it.

— Jill Scott

My mother was a teacher, my father was a community organizer. I come from a working class background.

— Chris Hayes

Almost everything else I have done during my adult years has been affected to some extent by my name - by my father's position, if you will. But in the air, I had no name; to the Federal Aviation Agency I was simply Comanche Nine-Nine POP. The quality of my landings, navigation and judgment were mine alone.

— John Eisenhower

My dad was a cross-country truck driver.

— John Searles

My mother was a teacher. She was grooming my brother and me to be successful, accomplished people.

— Laverne Cox

My dad was dean of fine arts at the university. I was casting bronzes in the school foundry. I was using the university as a playground.

— Maya Lin

My father was an academic, an eccentric. He was a lecturer.

— Elizabeth McGovern

Once I took a bus from my home in Maryland to Philadelphia to live on the streets with some musicians for a few weeks, and then my parents sent me to boarding school at Andover to shape me up.

— Olivia Wilde

I had to leave school at 14 because my father got injured in the mines and I had to support my family. I was an undertaker's assistant, then a plasterer, before doing my military service in the RAF. All the while, I was doing amateur dramatics and dreaming of getting a scholarship to the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School.

— Brian Blessed

✗Opposing Perspectives

My father died when I was young, and my mother, Ruth, went to work in an office selling theater and movie parties. She put me through private school, Horace Mann, in Riverdale. She sent me to camp so that I would learn to compete. She was a lioness, and I was her cub.

— Alan Furst