I started the class late. The teacher said I would have to learn as much in half a year that the others learned in a year. I did it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I taught sixth grade for three and a half years.
I never was good at learning things. I did just enough work to pass. In my opinion it would have been wrong to do more than was just sufficient, so I worked as little as possible.
When I was seven, I had to stay home for several weeks because of some ailment, whereupon my father elected to teach me so that I should not fall behind. In fact, he taught me in three months as much as the school taught in two years, so, on returning to school, I was shifted from grade 4 to grade 6.
If you learn late, you pass it on to people so they can learn early. It's a step process.
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.
I skipped class a lot.
I only finished first grade.
It took me nine years to get through the fourth grade. When I got into television commercials, I had to take a crash course in reading. I was 32 years old, and I couldn't read the cue cards.
I was fortunate to have teachers that were flexible with allowing me to miss more class than I was supposed to be able to, for the sake of being able to tour.
From the time I started school, it was clear to everyone that I wasn't learning at the same pace as other kids.