At age 28, ten years after dropping out, Franco decided to go back to college. He enrolled in a couple of UCLA extension courses (literature, creative writing) and found them so magically satisfying—so safe and pure compared with the world of acting—that he threw himself back into his education with crazy abandon. He persuaded his advisers to let him exceed the maximum course load, then proceeded to take 62 credits a quarter, roughly three times the normal limit. When he had to work—to fly to San Francisco, for instance, to film Milk—he’d ask classmates to record lectures for him, then listen to them at night in his trailer. He graduated in two years with a degree in English and a GPA over 3.5. He wrote a novel as his honors thesis.
the only joan under the age of 70. lives for postmodern literature, sushi, pin-up, red lipstick, white wine, philosophy, 80s films, green tea, snuggies, musicals, olives, christian theology, wonder woman, cats, debate, downton abbey, cornwall, mcdonalds' breakfasts, dystopian science fiction, classic rock, vast quantites of caramel latte, tom cruise in assless chaps, criminal minds, apricot face scrub, cheese boards, bette davis, feminism, laughing at mormons, rare steak. reading english at exeter, cornwall campus. lives in a chapel. loves boys with afros. hates ginger sisters.