I hated high school and got to college and realized they didn't care if I showed up because I'd already paid. So I decided, 'I'm going to turn this around.' And I did: I got straight A's and was named 'outstanding senior.'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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 was a good student; I was a good boy. I got A's, and I did all the papers right.
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.
When I entered high school I was an A-student, but not for long. I wanted the fancy clothes. I wanted to hang out with the guys. I went from being an A-student to a B-student to a C-student, but I didn't care. I was getting the high fives and the low fives and the pats on the back. I was cool.
I was the good girl who never needed disciplining, who made straight A's. I applied and was accepted to Stanford University.
Everybody thought I was crazy. They thought I should take the money and run. But there was just something special about being a senior at Chapel Hill. I just couldn't leave.
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.
To be very honest, I never thought I would graduate from high school. I got very lucky to get into an alternative high school, which really saved my butt.
I went through high school, but I didn't graduate.
I didn't get the high school opportunity, but it always worked out.