Quotes About Jock

I swam a little bit in high school but I wasn't a jock.

I was a jock, hardcore sports all the way down the line, but I heard that if you auditioned for this arts school, you got time off school, and that sounded good to me.

Although I married a sports-loving jock, I myself am not only not athletic, I am acutely, completely uncoordinated.

That's No'-as-big-as-Medium-Sized-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock, mistress,' said Not-as-big-as-Medium-Sized-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock. 'Ye were one jock short,' he added helpfully.

Law breaking, graffiti artist, dumb jock that I am, I'm pretty socially conscious.

It's the geek who gets the girl, not the jock.

I was in a very multi-racial, multi-cultural schooling system. I had a really delightful childhood. I was a jock. I became a very competitive swimmer in Zimbabwe. I was a swimmer, a tennis player, a hockey player. Then, when I was 13, I joined a Children's Performing Arts workshop in Zimbabwe.

I went from being a jock to a hippie. It was a very clear-cut decision. I had to be one or the other. I had to forsake that other aspect of myself. Or thought that I had to, which is regrettable. Quickly, I was back in the pine trees with the hippies, listening to my Jimi Hendrix and my Janis Joplin and turning on, tuning in, and dropping out.

Where's the nerdy shy Predator scientist who figured out how to build a spaceship while all the big jock Predators were down the pub ripping one another's spines out, eh?

I was a jock in college and high school, but I didn't hang out with the jocks. I was sort of a nerd who didn't look like a nerd. I never really fit into any social set.

In high school, you re either a bully, a jock or a nerd, and I somehow tried to jump between camps by using humor. It's amazing how you can blend in with that.

I was a nerdy jock.

he felt sick as a flea in a leper's jock strap.

jock and his blonde girlfriend were fooling around naked, whipping at each other's butts with twisted towels, wrestling, but Sitterson knew that she was teasing, putting everything on view but not making anything available. Not yet, at least. The jock didn't seem aware of this, and when

I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.

And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you.

I was a misfit, but I think most teenagers feel that way. I don't care if you were a popular jock or the kid who spent his lunch hours in a stairwell reading a book, we all seem to have dealt with insecurities of one kind or another throughout our high school years.

To be perfectly honest with you, I was partying a lot in school. I didn't have any good study habits from high school because I just kind of got by on being a jock.

With dates I like to cater a girl. We do whatever she likes. If she was open to what I wanted to do, it probably wouldn't be a dull date, because I am a jock.

Booyah, I will summon the ninja. Oh, and take a lunch break while we burgle. You're going, too? Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja? No, I was just thinking you're a little, uh, recognizable, maybe? Eve batted her thick eyelashes. Why, thank you, sweetie. That's the nicest insult I've had today, not counting the jock who said he'd date me but he had a restraining order out for necrophelia.

Steve Lombard, neanderthal in any universe.

You can be good at technology and like fashion and art. You can be good at technology and be a jock. You can be good at technology and be a mom. You can do it your way, on your terms.

In the wee hours, Lavender chauffeured us again, this time to the Muthaiga Country Club, to a square room lit with a single crystal lamp. A broad bed swam with chenille. Jock

We stayed with Jock's aunt and uncle, in their compound below the posh Malabar Hill. Jock's parents and two of his three brothers were there, having come to see if I was up to snuff. I wanted to have a long look at them all, too—the new family I'd won, as if in a lottery. On