Hey, this is Barbara Corcoran and you're tuned into Business Unusual. Throw away a Harvard

degree and listen to me, you're gonna learn a lot more. Today I'm gonna answer all your

burning questions about work, life, starting a company, getting on track and much, much

more. Be sure to call in to the Business Unusual hotline with your question at 888-Barbara.

But first, I got three questions this week from people that were not very good students

and worried about it. I just thought I would address it even though I know I've talked

about it before. You know, when I was in school, the happiest sound in the world was

that three o'clock bell. When I heard that bell ring, I thought, thank God, I'm out of

this jailhouse. All I would run as fast as I could to try to make a good day of what

was already a horrible day for me. Being in barrison class, being asked to read out loud

and labeled yet again, the dumb kid in school. But thank God, I was kind of clever on my

feet in one way. When I got out of school, I did not want to do homework that the other

kids were doing. So I made best friends with Margaret Garrity. She was the kid down the

block with the really thick glasses, who was an exceptional student. And all I would have

to do for Margaret is make a new chalk game on her sidewalk. And she would do all of my

math, all of my English and all of my geography. And she did it in like a half hour flat.

My God, it would have taken me six hours to do the same work. And I wouldn't have gotten

any kind of accolades for it until Margaret Garrity became my homework helper. I actually

believed in school that I had a low IQ, thinking that an IQ had something to do with the A's

and B's and C's. And for me, the D's that I got, straight D's all the time. And I thought

that meant that I was on the lower echelon of really being stupid. But guess what? I wasn't.

You know what I learned? I learned that once I got to that jailhouse school, I developed

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