I went to school at Colorado State. I finished my degree in pre-medicine and nutrition with aspirations of actually going to graduate school in medicine, which I didn't.
After high school, I had $2,000 saved, and I packed everything I could into my '95 Nissan Sentra with no air-conditioning, and I drove out to L.A.
My father was a professor of civil engineering at MIT, and my mother taught high school English.
I was a wild kid in high school. I liked to get crazy and be rebellious and go to parties and do all that kind of stuff.
It is hard to convince a high-school student that he will encounter a lot of problems more difficult than those of algebra and geometry.
I'm still a tomboy at heart. In high school, I was the girl in the baggy jeans and Timberlands, but I was also at the hairdresser's every week.
I didn't figure out the makeup or cute hair or clothes until oh, maybe my junior year of high school.
My mother had gotten a job as a receptionist at a dancing school and had the idea that we should open our own dancing school; we did, and it prospered.
I wasn't the high-school play queen or anything. And my parents would let not me act until I graduated from college.
I think that there were only two people in my high school that were comfortable there, and I think they are both pumping gas now.
After my grandfather began to be successful, he returned to the village where he was born and founded a primary school.
The discipline, particularly in these urban schools for the poor, it's not controlled by the administration - they're controlled by the police. This is an expression of a racist logic that has now seeped directly into schools.
I never went to a modeling school, and I don't suggest to anybody that they go to a modeling school... In fashion, one day you're in, the next you're out.
I've been running since high school. My boyfriend was on the track team, and I'd run with him.
The fact is, when I was 15 and a sophomore at high school, I played on the varsity baseball team for the college.
I couldn't wait to grow a mustache. I stopped shaving my upper lip the day I graduated from high school.
In high school, I was sort of friends with the geeks and friends with the socials and everything else and not solidly in one camp. I've always lived on the borders.
I was involved in school plays, but when I left school I did a couple of odd jobs as a baker's apprentice and then as a fruit market porter in Manchester.
My high-school papers, my college-application essays, read like Norman Mailer packed in a crunchy-peanut-butter sandwich.
I'm not the only Labour MP who sent their child to public school but I'm the only one who's questioned about it.
As a matter of fact, even when I finished law school, I had no notion of public service then.
