Quotes About School

I can sing," said Margo. (Claire was sniffling and rubbing her knee.) "We sing all the time in music class at school. Listen to this. It's the song about the smart reindeer: Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear." "Margo," I said when she had finished. I paused to think. Margo was giggling away at her reindeer joke, but there was a little problem. She couldn't carry a tune. She might have been singing any song. Any song at all.

Dawn returned to the bathroom. You guys, she said. I'm really sorry, but we have to close up your beauty parlor for awhile. We've got to go over to your school, Myriah. We do? Myriah looked awed. At her age, going to school after hours is kind of like sneaking into an amusement park when it's been closed for the night.

All I wanted was something normal, a day like last Tuesday when Mimi was still alive, which was less than a week ago. I wanted to walk to Stoneybrook Middle School with Mary Anne, open the side door, which we sometimes use because it's close to my locker, saunter through the halls, look for the other club members or maybe for Dorrie Wallingford or Ashley Wyeth or some other friend, and hope that a boy would notice my outfit and smile at me.

maybe Derek would be able to help me with my science homework.

Stoneybrook Middle School (SMS) can be a real zoo. Especially after a break. Today, it seemed as if there were twice the usual number of students in the hall, and they were all talking at the tops of their lungs. Maybe that's why I was so confused.

Normally, my friends and I laugh and joke while we walk to school. Not today. Just the thought that someone we knew might have died put a dark cloud over everything. The main building of Stoneybrook Middle School loomed in the distance, and my heart started thudding faster. I think everyone's did.

Jessi is the only black student in the sixth grade)

And having said that, I got up and stalked off to the school library, where I went looking for Little Women. It's one of my favorite books, and I thought that reading some familiar passages might be comforting.

I'd been in bed for an hour without falling asleep, going over my day and all the ways I had been weird at school.

I couldn't see beyond the walls of our apartment or the few miles between home and school. Every day was about getting through it. Every weekend was about getting back to school, where there could be some structure and my routines.

Last period of the day was new gym class. It was her only class that didn't include Evan, which was a relief. She should be functioning at a peak concentration, but he and his luminous eyes kept distracting her. First opprtunity I have, she thought. I'll bite him.

While I'm counting with the Count, I list the reasons why I wish the pills had worked. 1. I wouldn't have to face going back to school. 2. I wouldn't spend the rest of my life being known as the girl who tried to kill herself and failed at that, too. 3. I wouldn't have to remember, and so, because of that, and here's the biggie: 4. I wouldn't have to feel. Anything. Ever again.

It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

Lissa lowered her voice and added, I might not even go to school anyway. I might defer and join the Peace Corps and go to Africa and shave my head and dig latrines. Shave your head? I said, because, really, this was the most ludicrous part of the whole thing. You? Do you have any idea how ugly most people's bare heads are? They've got all kinds of bumps, Lissa. And you won't know until it's too late and you're flat-out bald.

I'd just never really taken the time to picture it. It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-Mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

Why?" Pi asked. "What are your secret thoughts?" "Nothing," Mackenzie blurted out. Don't think about it, don't think about it. Tess shook her head. She doesn't want the whole school knowing she cheated on Cooper. Aha. "Tess!" Mackenzie yelled. Tess clamped her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to think it!

The school didn't want us mixing with the rest of the senior class. Which was ridiculous. We had ESP, not Ebola. A curriculum had been tailored just for us, to help us prepare for what lay ahead. Not that anyone knew what lay ahead. It's not like there had ever been an entire class of telepaths before. Yup.

Maybe in Smithville a room filled with books is called a media room, but it smells just like the library in my old, normal school. Musty. Dusty. Papery.

NO FLYING EXCEPT IN THE FLYERS' COURT OR THE YARD. NO ANIMAL FRIENDS IN SCHOOL WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION. NO FLUXING WITHOUT TEACHER SUPERVISION. Today, Nory noticed a sign she had never bothered to read before. It read: DO NOT RIDE ON YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS.

Loyalty to your school means loyalty to every member of our community.

I'm still irritated at the end of the day when my brother, Jonah, and I are standing outside school, waiting for our dad to pick us up. It doesn't help when Brandon says, "Bye, Crabby Abby," as he strolls past me. He walks home from school by himself. Either his parents trust him to make his way home alone or they think he's awful, too, and are hoping he gets kidnapped.

The whole thing reminds me of graduate school seminars, except these people are smart and funny and have something interesting to say.

No school without spectacular eccentrics and crazy hearts is worth attending.

You saw how he put his paws over my face so I couldn't breathe?" she said. "God made him to be a butcher. Why did he become a dentist? His hands are too heavy. The touch is everything to a dentist. If his hands aren't right he shouldn't be let practice. But his wife worked hard to send him through school and make a dentist of him. And I must go to him and be burned because of it.