My grandmother didn't even finish highschool. She left to help her mother.
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No, she didn't. Though I have to say that my country has a very different education system than the US and only a small percentage of people attend a college/university. My grandma was a kindergarten teacher, so she didn't have to go to college. She attended a special school which was back then called "teacher seminar". It was a type of higher education specially for people who want to become teachers or kindergarten teachers.
My other grandma comes from Greece and she grew up in extremely harsh circumstances. The way she grew up is practically unimaginable for somebody like me who's grown up in a rich, peaceful country. When my Greek grandma was a little child, Greece was occupied by the Italian fascists and a little later by the Nazis. She never tells me much about it. I've tried to ask her a couple of times because I study history and I find these sort of eye-witness stories extremely interesting. But usually she just says "It was horrible. I don't want to talk about it". Even my dad, her own son doesn't know much about her youth. One of the very few stories she told us once was that in her little village, a bunch of SS soldiers gathered all the villagers on the small market place. There, in the middle of the square were about 20 men kneeling, tied up and blindfolded. The men were Greek partisan fighters from that village who were trying to fight against the Nazi occupation. The SS soldiers made these men's wives and children (and all the other villagers) watch as they shot their husbands and dads and friends one by one. In the end, they made the wives clean up their husbands' bodies and bury them. I assume there must have been more experiences like that but my grandma never told us about them, I assume that some of them totally traumatized her. Because it was war and her family so incredibly poor (she said they were looking for berries and roots in the forest to eat), she couldn't go to school at first. But later, as a teenager, they moved to Athens and she somehow managed to attend a high school (Lyceum), which was absolutely not self-understanding during those days. It meant you were either very talented (which she was I think) or you had very good connections (I don't think she had those ;-)). She could have gone to University but she couldn't afford the tuition fee. So she ended up falling in love with my grandpa and moving to Switzerland, where she found a job.1