I was a good student. My father put a great emphasis on education, and I found that he would always be so pleased when I did well. But it was terrible for my siblings because they were always being compared by the teachers to me and they would revolt against it, because I’d have a neat handwriting. It’s awful now, but right then it was neat, and I’d get my work done and finish everything. I was very studious. I was very, very studious. I had a love for learning. The others didn’t like to sit down and do their homework, but I loved doing it.