Richelle Mead Quotes

If the student sitting in a class is unable to understand anything day in and day out, then that has a serious and long-term psychological impact on his/her life.

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

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

I was not a good student. I did not spend much time at college; I was too busy enjoying myself.

I hadn't learned to read by third grade, which wasn't unusual for some kids. I knew something was wrong because I couldn't see or understand the words the way the other kids did. I wasn't the least bit bothered - until I was sent back to the second-grade classroom for reading help after school.

I spent a lot of time in the school psychologist's office. I didn't apply myself. My mother thought I had learning disabilities.

I did not love reading, spelling, math and science. I struggled. I was a terrible speller.

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.

I got into Cambridge and it all went downhill.

In high school, I was a poor student.

I'm very slow. I'm a slow learner.

I went to seven colleges. I was a professional transfer student. I had to drop out 'cause I couldn't see out the back window.

I can't understand why I flunked American history. When I was a kid there was so little of it.

Students, in particular, now find themselves in a world in which heightened expectations have been replaced by dashed hopes.

I was in college for two years but I didn´t attend too much. Then I decided to drop out. I was having too many nightmares about failing in the exams.

I was a bad student. I liked archaeology actually, I was interested in maybe becoming an archaeologist but I was such a bad student and had such bad grades that I wasn't going to get into any really good college so I fell back on acting.

I grew up thinking that because I couldn't read, I was stupid and would never amount to anything. I worked my way through college as a waitress and thought I wasn't capable of doing anything else. My grades in English were horrible, and I barely got through.

I dropped out of Reed College [Portland, Oregon] after the first six months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?

I remember that I was never able to get along at school. I was at the foot of the class.

There were no object lessons, and the studies of bookkeeping and French were pursued (but never effectually overtaken.

Who does not recall school at least in part as endless dreary hours of boredom punctuated by moments of high anxiety?

Decomposition, for most, starts when they leave the free, social, and uncorrupted college life for the solitary confinement of professions and nuclear families.

There is also a beast, a beast of strange dimensions. He has the head of a horse and the body of a man who needs a lot of attention. He represents me in college: I was a dork-ataur.

The price of a college education should never include a 1 in 5 chance of being sexually assaulted.