My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn't realise I was going to get educated.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
For a little while, my mom was a school teacher. And I went to the school that she taught.
My mother was a teacher.
My mother wanted me to be a teacher. She had this vision of me walking across the quadrangle in an Oxford college wearing my academic gown.
I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher like my mother.
My mum and dad had worked incredibly hard to afford me an education.
My mother had been a grade-school teacher, and my father had an eighth-grade education.
My mother talked about the stories I used to spin as a child of three, before I started school. I would tell this story about what school I went to and what uniform I wore and who I talked to at lunchtime and what I ate, and my mother was like, 'This girl does not even go to school.'
I knew I wanted considerable education so that I wouldn't have to work as hard as my parents.
My parents found me very difficult to educate.
My kindergarten teacher encouraged me to learn, as did my school headmaster, who gave me a grant to study.