I loved school. I studied like crazy. I was a Class A nerd.
My dad was dean of fine arts at the university. I was casting bronzes in the school foundry. I was using the university as a playground.
I was probably the first kid in my high school to go to Yale. I applied almost as a lark. Then, when I got there, I was the dumbest person in your class.
You should be having more fun in high school, exploring things because you want to explore them and learning because you love learning-not worrying about competition.
I went through withdrawal when I got out of graduate school. It's what you learn, what you think. That's all that counts.
I really enjoyed hanging out with some of the teachers. This one chemistry teacher, she liked hanging out. I liked making explosives. We would stay after school and blow things up.
