A dining room table with children's eager hungry faces around it, ceases to be a mere dining room table, and becomes an altar.
The dining room in my old house was truly magnificent, but by far the worst room for conversation. I'd get up from the table, a very long table, and somebody would always say, Paul, I never got to talk to you.
To make money for college, I worked in our college dining room.
All I needed was a steady table and a typewriter...a marble-topped bedroom washstand table made a good place; the dining-room table between meals was also suitable.
I started dancing when I was about 15 or 16 in my high school drama club, and then I liked it so much that they offered dual enrollment classes. So my senior year, I ended up taking college dance courses while I was in high school because I had good grades.
I used to eat under my grandmother's dining room table. I wouldn't eat at the table ever until I was about 10.
I'd probably say my biggest yo-yo was when I was finishing up my senior year of college. I lost about 100 pounds and within a year gained it all back.
I was very happy sitting alone at a dining room table, writing a script.
Growing up in Luton, we'd always eat on a cloth, placed on the floor of the living room, with no TV allowed. There were no chairs back in Bangladesh and Dad wanted to keep the tradition, so we never owned a dining table.
I have this feeling that if I could sort out what's on my dining room table, everything would fall into place.
The hard part that I didn't like about recruiting in college was, there was so many regulations. So many rules. It was so many layers to it in the recruiting that I just got fed up with it.
In presidential campaign I released a 65-page file from the Syracuse University College of Law that showed poor grades, back in college, also. If I were plagiarizing consistently, my grades would have been better.
I have a Damien Hirst spot painting which I love. It has pride of place over my dining-room table.
At consignment shops, I can collect things reasonably, and it's joyful. My dining room table was $75, and I'm so proud. It's beautiful.
You might be a redneck if...Your only condiment on the dining room table is the economy size bottle of ketchup.
I got my GED my senior year and ended up taking community college classes before I transferred to Bard.