Before high school ended, I started applying to college. It really wasn't even a choice because of the brainwashing of my parents.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didn't.
I went to school and made good grades and went to college. So I was afforded an opportunity through my parents' hard work that most people don't have.
I knew out of high school I didn't want to go to college. I knew what whatever I did wouldn't have anything to do with college.
I was the only kid out of six of us to go to college, primarily because my parents could not afford it.
My parents weren't stereotypical and pressuring me to go to college. They mentioned it a lot and constantly, but it wasn't a do or die thing, like, 'You have to do this or you're done.'
My parents told me that education was the path to success - and they showed me, taking me to Head Start while they were pursuing their own college degrees.
I think my parents wanted me to be whatever I wanted to be. But I do remember them - when I first moved out to L.A. - sending me applications to grad school for teaching.
I didn't even start college until I was 21.
By the time I reached high school my father's grocery store had made our life adequately comfortable and I was able to choose, without any practical encumbrances, the subjects that I wanted to pursue in college.
I had, before I went to college, I had taken a few years off after high school and really had, I guess in those days, I had no intentions of going to college.