I knew what could happen to my son if he was sent to the wrong school and got in with the wrong crowd.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I attended a very small junior high and specially in the end that became a disaster. The principal was pretty senile and a drunk, so the children more or less runned the school.
I was going to show my kids that no matter what happened with their parents, parole officers and other teachers, I wouldn't give up on them. I let them know it matters to me that you come to class, it matters to me that you try, it matters to me when you succeed.
If events had taken a different course, I could have been one of those children going to a school without the sorts of opportunities that I've subsequently had.
I was the bad kid in school. I was usually in trouble.
In fact I was slightly badly behaved at school and got in trouble. I would get a bee in my bonnet about something I thought wasn't right, and I would ape about too, to make everybody laugh. That was my way through my girls' school, because I wasn't very academic.
The principal did not like the fact that the teachers would take my side. I always left an impression when I left the school - not for who I was but for what I did there.
I went to an all-boys school and hated feeling like one of the crowd.
I was sent to a school because my father was already aware that his days were numbered, and he was anxious for me to acquire a good education and follow in his footsteps.
I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work, and I'd go and work my way through the children's area.
The school plays needed kids that were big and bold and weren't afraid to be on stage, and I fit that bill, so I was expected to do it. And then I went to college, and the exact same thing happened.
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