Quotes About School

Ah, this feels just like the old times... I still miss you and the others, you know, and life at school and those times when two or more of us would sit up talking far too late into the night. Which is not to say I would give up my present life to return there, but... Well, even happy choices involve some sacrifice. And most of us, I suppose, would like to both have our cake and eat it if only it were possible

founded by the British hero Sir Henry Lawrence, who died defending the British Residency during the siege of Lucknow in the 1857 "Indian Mutiny." He authored a legal code in the Punjab that forbade forced labor, infanticide, and the practice of sati, self-immolation by widows. Hard as it may be to accept, things aren't always as simple as they're made out to be. The motto of our school was "Never Give In.

Throwing things horrified me. I suffered extreme, paralyzing anxiety when it came to anything remotely athletic. I wouldn't even run to catch the school bus because I knew I'd trip and then get teased for a year.

and she's a nurse. do you know how hard nursing school is? it's like medical school. so she's obviously smart.

He had never been to a party like this and it struck him as a little bizarre, like a feverish nightmare version of school. It was the exact same mass of people, but they had all shown up in the middle of the night, and now there were no teachers and everyone stood in the hallways talking as loudly as possible, and there were no classes except lunch, or else the classes were all different and he hadn't ever studied for any of them.

Moving lockstep through a series of predictable transitions is no longer a route to personal security. Each man and woman must put together a highly individualized sequence of transitions in and out of school, work, and marriage in order to take advantage of shifting opportunities and respond to unexpected setbacks--a do-it-yourself biolography.

Libraries should be the beating heart of the school, not mausoleums for dusty books.

no more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that.

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why. Especially since I know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be so personal?

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker,...

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.

I wish I could report that it's getting better, but unfortunately it isn't. It's hard, too, because we've started school again, and I can't go to the places where I used to go. And it can't be like it was. And I wasn't ready to say good-bye just yet. To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

Di solto torno a casa a piedi da scuola, perché così ho la sensazione di essermela guadagnata. Mi spiego: voglio poter raccontare ai miei bambini che andavo a scuola come facevano i miei nonnni «ai loro tempi».

No more pencils/no more books/no more teachers' dirty looks/when the teacher rings the bell/drop your books and run like hell.

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

The teacher has assigned us a few chapters at a time, but I do not like to read books like

For the rest of the school year, the teachers treated me different and gave me better grades even though I didn't get any smarter.

No more pencils/no more books/no more teachers' dirty looks/when the teacher rings the bell/drop your books and run like hell. When

it's back to school time. or as home-schoolers call it, stay-where-you-are time.

If you wouldn't mind coming with us, sir? I am arresting you now and will shortly make a formal charge at the station.' I was so happy, so blissfully, radiantly, wildly happy that if I could have sung I would have sung. If I could have danced I would have danced. I was free. At last I was free. I was going on a journey now where every decision would be taken for me, every thought would be thought for me and every day planned for me. I was going back to school.

If only at school, geography teachers, surely the most scoffed and pilloried class of pedagogue there is, if only they had concentrated less on rift valleys, trig points and the major exports of Indonesia and more on the fact that geography could promise a classy royal society with the sexiest lecture theatre in the land.

I hated high school. I don't trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there's something wrong with you.

I hated school. I don't trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you.