Thank you! Don't forget to confirm subscription in your email.
My father was a truck driver. That's where it all started, and academically I was a disaster at school. My cousin got his name on the honour board; I, at Melbourne High School, I carved mine on the desk.
I was a weedy kid, not like one of those working-class men who can accommodate not being academically clever by physical strength and prowess.
I was very academically inclined. But my inner life was in such turmoil. I'd go home and my home life was so miserable that it just felt like I was doing everything that I was supposed to do. I did all my chores, made really good grades, and I was excelling at school, but I wasn't happy.
I wasn't academically successful. And maybe I've spent a lot of my career trying to make up for that.
I was the kind of kid who couldn't really stop making up stories during class. I didn't do very well academically because I was always drawing these little doodles in the margins of my notebooks and I wasn't bringing home the best grades.
I like to think I'm pretty smart with what I was able to do academically, but whenever I get on the field I turn into the Incredible Hulk and I am unstoppable.
I've always enjoyed real work more than schoolwork. My mother will attest to that - she was always concerned about me academically.
I'm worried about the future of America insofar as our academically most promising students are being funneled through the cookie-cutter Ivy League and other elite schools and emerging with this callow anti-American, anti-military cast to their thinking.
I went to a private school, and I struggled academically. It was really disheartening to always be considered bad at that.
Girls are more academically powerful. They make the grades, they run the student activities, they are the valedictorians.
