Quotes About School

But then a miracle happened. A new kid came to school. The new kid couldn't talk. She had no teeth. She was almost bald. She was beautiful. Her name was Mavis Jewls. She was only four days old. She really was a new kid.

Your parents are just trying to do what's best for you, said Carla. A lot of people think counselors don't belong in schools. She shrugged. I guess they're afraid I might full your head with all kinds of crazy ideas.

He stared at the clock. Sometimes, it seemed the hands didn't move at all. Other times, he'd blink, and it would be half an hour later. Time didn't always make sense at Wayside School.

Okay, Jennifer," said the first man, "you may go now." Jenny got out of her seat. "Jenny," the bald man called. Jenny turned slowly around. "Yes?" she whispered. "Next time, don't come to school on a Saturday.

was the smile on the face of Gary Boone. He was in the seventh grade at Floyd Hicks

don't have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don't have no school no more, my fair lady.

hand." Mrs. Jewls took the pillow

Her classes were often full of young men, who were a lot more interested in the teacher than they were in getting an education. But all they ever got was an education.

Miss Zarves taught the class on the nineteenth story. There was no Miss Zarves.

I'm satisfied," said the man with the bald head. "Okay, Jennifer," said the first man, "you may go now." Jenny got out of her seat. "Jenny," the bald man called. Jenny turned slowly around. "Yes?" she whispered. "Next time, don't come to school on a Saturday.

You're an idiot, Goon, you know that?" Paul Wattenburg said to him one morning. "No, as a matter of fact I didn't," Goon said, then laughed. He called himself Goon too. On the first day of school, his math teacher, Miss Langley, asked him his name and he said, "Goon." "I beg your pardon," said Miss Langley. "See, my name's Gary Boone," Gary

Down on the playground Kathy was singing her favorite song. "Wayside School is falling down, falling down, falling down. Wayside School is falling down, my fair lady. "Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground. Kids go splat as they hit the ground, my fair lady.

Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore, my fair lady. "We don't have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don't have no school no more, my fair lady.

Mr. Kidswatter's

turkey sandwich, piece of chocolate cake, apple, and Tootsie Roll pop tasted like Miss Mush's porridge.

Miss Nogard?

My only comfort, she said to Meg, with tears in her eyes, is that Mother doesn't take tucks in my dresses whenever I'm naughty, as Maria Parks's mother does. My dear, it's really dreadful, for sometimes she is so bad her frock is up to her knees, and she can't come to school. When I think of this deggerredation, I feel that I can bear even my flat nose and purple gown with yellow sky-rockets on it.

I don't believe any of you suffer as I do, cried Amy, for you don't have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don't know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn't rich, and insult you when your nose isn't nice.

A] hospital is a rough school, its lessons are both stern and salutary; and the humblest of pupils there in proportion to his faithfulness learns a deep faith in God and in himself.

It was Tilly's turn to speak, and she startled them with her words, "I'm very glad tomorrow is Christmas, even though I shan't have any presents at all." These sentiments were spoken as the three little girls trudged home from school, and Tilly's words struck a cord of pity in the others. Kate and Bessy wondered how she could speak so cheerfully and be so happy when she was too poor to receive even the smallest of gifts on Christmas Day.

John never aspired to popularity at the school.

You never know whose eyes God is watchin you through. It might not be your teacher, your preacher, or your Sunday school teacher. More likely it's gon' be that bum on the street.

Summer school's a drag.

I get good marks at school, so I am not stupid. If I don't assert myself a bit, nobody else is going to. I have to assert myself by reasoned conversation, not sulks.