The teacher that I was for decades and that I still am in a certain way wondered what was meant by the word education. I was truly dumbfounded at the very thought of dealing with such an essential and extensive subject.

I took Spanish in high school and I didn't do too well in it. My Spanish teacher told me not to go on with Spanish anymore so I was discouraged a little bit.

I watch too much cable I admit. Day after day it gets frustrating. Yesterday I watched as someone called legislation to prevent teacher layoffs a bailout - but I know that's not a view held by many nor were the views I was frustrated about.

I do home schooling. I went to regular school until fifth grade and then I started doing home schooling which it's completely different. I have a teacher on set with me and I just work with her one-on-one.

Once I accomplish one thing and I'm satisfied I try something else. I may be 50 and doing something totally outside of music and acting. Maybe I'll become a kindergarten teacher.

That is a secondary teacher conception - the writer as an observer.

When I was about 13 or 14 I had an English teacher who made a deal with me that I could get out of doing all of the year's regular work if I would write a short story a week and on Friday read it to the class.

My father was a schoolteacher and my mother came from a teacher's family.

I was born in Norway and when I was little I went to live in Detroit Michigan. My father was a professor of philosophy at Wayne University and my mother was also a teacher.

My major was Fine Arts and Education thinking I would become an Art Teacher. I couldn't visualize myself as an art teacher thinking how it wouldn't work.