When I was at high school, I used to pretend that I had work, and I would go and tell the head of school that I, like, really needed to leave, and I was really stressed out because I had work.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I remember the first pangs of stress arriving at the end of school. Once I graduated I had to get a full-time job, worry about health insurance, saving money, paying rent - things I'd never thought about before.
I was working all the time I was in college. I was working so much that I could hardly do my college work.
My mother used to ask me to stay home from school and keep her company. I'd fake I was sick, and she'd fake believing me.
I ended up dropping out of high school at 16 and getting kicked out of my home. My parents told me, sadly, that because I was so disruptive to the rest of the household, that I could no longer live under their roof.
In high school, I worked eight hours a day just so I could get into the college of my dreams and say that I got in - and I never went.
I always had to have a job in the summer when I was at school. It was about teaching me, and my brother and sisters, a good work ethic and making sure we knew there were no handouts. We had to find our own way in this world.
When I was in school, my mother stressed education. I am so glad she did. I graduated from Yale College and Yale University with my master's and I didn't do it by missing school.
I dropped out of school; I got fired from my job. Those were my roughest moments, but I always knew through it that I was going to be great.
I quit high school the first day of 10th grade because I felt like I was wasting time.
I spend my working life pretending to be someone else.