I never cut class. I loved getting A's, I liked being smart. I liked being on time. I thought being smart is cooler than anything in the world.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Class is something I know about. I've lived it every day of my life, and it shaped me in my identity.
I'd like to say I was smart enough to finish six grades in five years, but I think perhaps the teacher was just glad to get rid of me.
I didn't say I was that smart, I said I went to class and I enjoyed what I was doing.
Well, I wouldn't say that I was in the great class, but I had a great time while I was trying to be great.
I don't like a class system. I don't like the idea of being in a different class than other people.
I was always behind in class. There was people in my class who was amazing at art, amazing at maths, amazing at English, but I wasn't clever with anything, even though I tried my hardest.
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 wasn't the brightest button in the class at school, but I enjoyed cooking and baking. I wasn't clever enough at Maths O-level to get onto the cookery teaching course I really wanted to do, so I did a catering course instead.
I was in a special class, where you skip a grade - you go from seventh to ninth. But I got kicked out. You had to maintain an 85 average, and I didn't. I was too focused on trying to be popular.
I hated school so bad. I only liked art class during high school. I was always smart.