Jenova Chen Quotes

My parents were extraordinarily focused on education. It was the topic of every dinner conversation, is are you number one, are you getting all As, if not, why not. You need to do better. So my entire orientation and focus growing up was around doing your best and making sure that you were going to get the best education possible.

My parents are wonderful, practical, sensible people, and the expectation was that I would study something academic.

In school, many of us procrastinate and then successfully cram for tests. We get the grades and degrees we need to get the jobs we want, even if we fail to get a good general education.

When my first semester grades came out, my mom and dad told me I wouldn't be playing football.

I never studied much at Howard, but at Boston University, I didn't do much else but study.

I crammed my exams in London and did fine.

Whatever the course, whether the course was boring or interesting to me, whether I was talented in mathematics or not talented in languages, my parents expected A's.

I think I can be pretty focused, but as I say, it was more wanting to be the good student, seeing myself as a good student, and also, my parents had expectations. They wouldn't have cared if I got a B or a C or even a D.

I would like my kids to study well.

My mother was a powerful influence. She made me toe the line. If I didn't have a perfect report card, she showed her disappointment.

I'm the type of person, I have to study to get an A on the test.

I had tutors, but education was just not a priority.

My dad emphasized athletics. My mom did as well, but my mom was really hard on the academic end of things and always stressed, 'Hey, you've got to have the grades, you've got to be prepared for life outside of sports.'

Both my parents are teachers, and while they were always cool with what I did, they never let me take my education lightly.

I was giving everything I had to classes, and I was getting a 2.6. I knew that wasn't going to get me into med school.

My parents were strict with school, strict with grades. I had piano classes, horseback riding, dance.

My family had seen that I was not putting enough heart and soul into studies. I started failing too, but they were sure that I will eventually end up doing a job.

As you are entered with the class of Nat. philosophy, give to it the hours of lecture, but devote all your other time to Mathematics, avoiding company as the bane of all progress.

All I know is, as long as I led the Southeastern Conference in scoring, my grades would be fine.

I imagine that one of the biggest troubles with colleges is there are too many distractions, too much panty-raiding, fraternities, and boola-boola and all of that.

Schoolwork came kind of natural to me, but when I brought home a grade that wasn't up to par, my parents let me know it.

You didn't want to bring home anything but an A or a B. To my mom, a C was like an F.

Thing is, I wasn't in the library, didn't study too much, didn't get the best grades, but honestly, I didn't party a lot either. I stayed in a lot.

I wish my parents had spent more time worrying about my education than me being a star.

We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents - the question is, how much?