In high school a teacher once suggested that I be a math major in college. I thought 'Me? You've got to be joking!' I mean in junior high I used to come home and cry because I was so afraid of my math homework. Seriously I was terrified of math.

My mother never gave up one me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home but my mother sent me right back.

I came home every Friday afternoon riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

I never learned hate at home or shame. I had to go to school for that.

I didn't have nothin' going for me... school home... until I found something I loved which was music and that changed everything.

Say there's a white kid who lives in a nice home goes to an all-white school and is pretty much having everything handed to him on a platter - for him to pick up a rap tape is incredible to me because what that's saying is that he's living a fantasy life of rebellion.

The home is the chief school of human virtues.

I think I was a good student because I jumped over a school. My main interest was basically history and literature. Sports were basically basketball and swimming at a pool. I was so happy.

I went to Ohio University studying arts and history and playing football. But I was only interested in girls my pals and sports. I only did the minimum for school.