I was the good girl who never needed disciplining, who made straight A's. I applied and was accepted to Stanford University.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was a good student; I was a good boy. I got A's, and I did all the papers right.
Like, in high school, I was a good student and got straight As. It was very strict and you couldn't do well there unless you studied very hard, but every time there was any trouble, I was the first person they would be talking to.
I was not an outstanding student. I did a reasonable amount of work. I got generally good - pretty good grades, but I was not that passionate about getting straight A's.
I made straight A's and never got into any trouble, and I still impose those standards on myself. So writing is my chance to escape and become the sleaziest, scummiest role.
I was a good student - a geek, really - editor of the school paper, thought I was going to go to university.
When I got into Stanford in high school, I had some friends from school who told me that I just got in because I was black and whatnot.
I was a very studious student and usually got A's. I did not like school, because I wasn't popular - I was a nerd.
I was raised as an upper-class WASP in New England, and there was this old tradition there that everyone would simply be guided into the right way after Ivy League college and onward and upward. And it rejected me, I rejected it, and I ended up as a kind of refugee, really.
I applied to Yale, and I got in.
I wanted to get out of Ashland, and I thought it would be pretty cool to go to school in the East. So I asked my guidance counselor what Ivy League schools were. And I applied to Harvard, Yale and Dartmouth - that was it. My guidance counselor told me I wouldn't get into an Ivy League school. So as my act of resistance, that's all I applied to.