I failed eighth grade twice, and then they moved me up to ninth grade. Then I failed that and dropped out. My teacher would hand me a test, and I'd grade it myself with an F, then put my head down on the desk.
I was a bad egg. I didn't like going to class.
I never cared a lot for school.
Schoolwork was always suffering! I hated school!
My dad was lackadaisical on the discipline front. I dropped out of everything at school.
I'm not very good in a classroom sort of setting. I never was. I was kind of a clown in high school - got suspended a lot.
I was terrible at school.
I was not much interested in school, and both at secondary school and at university, I only just scraped through, with as little effort as I judged possible without failing.
I think any parent that makes their kid sit at a piano against their will and practice, they're going to have a kid that's not going to want to play the piano.
I just hated school. I don't like to learn. Don't teach me anything!
Education is the period during which you are being instructed by somebody you do not know, about something you do not want to know.
Even though I was a reluctant reader in junior high and high school, I found myself writing poems in the back of class.
I'm not studious at all. I'm really far from that. I have been better at everything else. I find school terribly tiresome and boring.
I was a horrible student. I really hated school.
I found that I was just hopeless at school. It was just a total bore. First, I passed in art and English, and then just art. Then I passed out.
I was never a bright student, potentially never good at dramatics; I was sometimes given one-line roles that I was happy to do so that I could bunk classes. My mother used to cry three times a year, and that is when my report card used to come.
When I was in grade school, my teachers decided I was just about the dumbest thing to come through the door in a long time. Whatever the lesson, whatever the subject, I would sit and listen to them with a lost, glassy-eyed expression on my face.
I didn't mind being in school. But I was usually uninspired and always late. I did what I had to, but not more.
I didn't really have a favourite subject at school as I was useless at everything.
Academically I was never that great and I was not really into school. I don't know, I just really had a problem focusing but singing always came naturally.
I hated school in Ireland.
I chose my classes based on which professors did not take attendance, and then I traded Padres tickets for notes from class. I wasn't the student of the month.
It got so bad that by the time I was graduated, the only reading I did was in order to get the grade and the only writing I did was in order to get the grade.
I left school early in my last year before I took my A-levels. I wasn't expelled. It was just a mutual understanding. I wasn't interested in going to school and they said, 'You're not turning up,' so we severed ties. Both sides appreciated it.
I was pretty anti-academic, and I wasn't much of a student. I had a really short attention span and did not get a lot out of high school academically. I think college was a little the same way.
