Lucy DeVito Quotes

Having been kept pretty strict in prep schools, I guess I couldn't cope with all the freedom at Yale. I had a wild, wonderful time, got abysmal grades and was bounced out in my freshman year. I then came back the following fall as a repeating freshman, lasted until April and got bounced out again - for the same reason.

It's not easy for a freshman, especially not at Duke.

In college, I was failing almost every class I was taking my freshman year. I was having difficulty in managing my time; I was just overwhelmed. Even though I knew I was smart and knew I was good enough, at that point, I doubted all of it because I struggled to handle my sport, classes and social life all at once.

From the time I started school, it was clear to everyone that I wasn't learning at the same pace as other kids.

My record at the University of California as an undergraduate was mediocre to say the best.

I went to a private school, and I struggled academically. It was really disheartening to always be considered bad at that.

I did not enjoy Cambridge. But I shouldn't blame Cambridge alone. I wasn't ready for university or for the wrench of leaving home. It was a big cultural shock.

I had a pretty bad time when I was an undergraduate at Cornell University. I failed out of school. I was much, much heavier.

Essays just aren't my thing: no matter how hard I tried, it seemed I was always a bit average.

I wasn't very good at school and couldn't get my head round it.

I would have been miserable in college. I always hated school.

I flunked three grades before I got out of high school.

I attended the University of Louisville my freshman year, transferred to what was then Western Kentucky State Teachers College for my sophomore and junior years, and then graduated from the University of Louisville in the summer of 1961.

In order to be Miss Anybody you had to have excellent grades, and I had terrible grades because of my dyslexia.

I failed chemistry. I almost failed algebra.

In the end, I did end up repeating seventh grade.

Academically, I was thick. School wasn't bad, but I was.

You know, in college, your second year they expect you to have a sophomore slump.

I was allergic to school. I was completely befuddled by school. I was trying so hard, but I couldn't succeed. I took geometry for four years, the same course over and over again, and I did not graduate with my senior class. I finally passed geometry after doing summer school, and eventually, I graduated.

In my first few years of elementary school at the Edison School in Detroit, I did poorly. I remember worrying that I might fail the second grade and be held back.

I remember going to university, and the people who'd left home for the first time looked at the food and were horrified. Whereas, my view was that if it was vaguely edible, then it's fine.

When I was 17, I went to Brigham Young University. That was the first time I had set foot in a classroom.

At school, I had to work really hard to get a D in maths. And I wasn't slacking off; I actually did work quite hard.

I started doing plays in New York while I was at Fordham, but I did graduate by the skin of my teeth.

I've been on freshers' week twice, that's the only degree I have.