"Of course, my mother wanted me to go to a Catholic high school, and I didn’t want to do that. So when I sat to take all the entrance exams, I just doodled, which of course got  back to my mother because they couldn’t understand why I didn’t pass one entrance exam. So 'I don’t know mom. I don’t know.' The principal of the school, I think her name was Sister Marie Richards, I don’t remember. Anyway, 'Oh don’t worry. Don’t worry, Ms. Pera. We’ll get her in. We’ll recommend her.' and I said 'Nope! I want to go to my public school.' And why did I want to do this? Because it was an easy walk number one, and my dance studio was there. The high school was there and I had walked past it one day and I saw everybody. They were playing baseball or soc - I don’t know what they were doing. They looked like they were having a great time and I thought ‘Yup! This is what I want to do.’ I’ve made different choices, but would I change those choices? I don’t know. Not being able to go to college and open up that part of my brain, I don’t want to give that up. Would I have maybe done it a little differently? Instead of trying to get it all done in three years and not take as many classes. Maybe that I would have done, but I would not have not gone to college, ever. And you have to understand, in the 70s, if you weren’t in a company when you were 18 you were considered old. It’s not like that anymore. It’s very different, for a variety of reasons not the least of which being that companies don’t want to deal with 18 year old brains, and I don’t blame them! I don’t know that I’d change anything. I really don’t. I guess, I don’t know, maybe. Is that a protective thing that if I don’t change it, it must have been the right choice? I don’t know. I’m sure I made some bad choices, but I don’t regret them. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not."