I walked to Seward School first through fourth grade. It's just amazing to me now that we'd walk down 10th Avenue on Capitol Hill.
I was a student at Columbia College, actually, in the Architecture school. Paul would drive in from Queens, showing me these new songs. I can't remember us working it out.
Underwater, I experience space with my body. I'll see a school of fish gathering and moving together and I'll exclaim, 'This is architecture.'
Once I got out of architecture school I decided not to be an architect, I just started my own little design studio.
I wanted to be an animator originally. I went to art school; I went to art college and everything. But that screen was just calling me.
At culinary school, none of the things we use to define ourselves outside that world - actor, producer, student - none of that matters. It's a magical art form.
I am not a food critic. Or a chef. Or even a professional writer. What I am schooled in the art of, however, is enjoying myself.
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 never went to school for art or was told what to like or when. So every day is a learning process, like most of life.
I grew up wanting only to be an illustrator. I studied art at Laurel School in Cleveland and at Smith College.
Dad never understood why Ridley wanted to go to art school, and then I came along six years later and wanted to do the same thing.
I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
Enjoy every ounce of your life, get high and be sincere to anybody that comes around you.
I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.
In the meantime, it is best to grab what wonderful moments you find lying around.
NO PDA,school rules. And besides she's my partner dickhead." said Alex.
Try not to be too stupid, will you?" That sounded like some great advice...
I'd say my best memory was climbing Mt. Fuji, and the worst memory was... trying to fit my feet into the free giveaway slippers at Japanese schools.
Then I left that school and I went to Cerritos College, which was in southern California; they had one of the best big band programs in the country at the time.
For graduate school I ended up going to the University of Iowa, which is, of course, the best graduate writing program in the country.
