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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I dropped out of school when I was 15 years old. I dropped out because I guess I wasn't getting anything out of my investment in the school.
When I was 22, I was thrown out of graduate school and then fired from three jobs in a row at higher and higher salaries where I saved nothing.
I dropped out of school, but I didn't drop out of life. I would leave the house each morning and go to the main branch of the Carnegie Library in Oakland where they had all the books in the world... I felt suddenly liberated from the constraints of a pre-arranged curriculum that labored through one book in eight months.
I was kicked out of school because of my attitude. I was not assimilating. So I went to work, taking any jobs I could get.
I dropped out of high school. I really had no interest in doing any school work whatsoever.
I gave up school. I gave up a really, really good job. I gave up a lot of stuff. I cut a lot of people out of my life so I could just focus on my fighting dreams.
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.
Due to financial reasons, I dropped out of school after eight years of formal schooling.
I dropped out of college for the last time in 1977.
I dropped out of school for a semester, transferred to another college, switched to an art major, graduated, got married, and for a while worked as a graphic designer.
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