Quotes About School

Please what? the teacher thinks. Please break the law? Please put myself and the school at risk? But, no, that's not it at all. What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.

I only remember fighting Ozzy O'Dell once. It was back in second grade. He threw these weird windmill-like punches, which was probably an early sign that the swim team was in his future.

They knew what had happened at school and what was happening now, but they dismissed it in that self-serving way parents often had of pretending anything they can't solve isn't really a problem.

They knew what had happened at school, and what was happening now, but they dismissed it in that self-serving way parents often had of pretending anything they can't solve is not really a problem.

As he slaves over his homework, he begins to wonder what it was like in the old days, when education was a right, not just a privilege. He wonders if school sucked as much then as it does now.

I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

Henry Chinaski, the principal said over the microphone. And I walked forward. There was no applause. The one kindly soul in the audience gave two or three clasps.

In what may have been the first large-scale compulsory education program in history, every male citizen of the Triple Alliance, no matter what his social class, had to attend one sort of school or another until the age of sixteen.

Back then, he'd have to leave at the end of August for the start of school, so the week before Labor Day became it's own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded together.

The father let his rifle down and stood its butt against the porch boards. The boy, though, kept alert. There was a good deal of killer about him, and it was why he still lived. The last four years had made a whole generation of young boys -- who ought to have been going to school and learning a trade and thrilling deep in their bones just to dance with a girl and peck her on the cheek -- into slit-eyed killers with no more tell of emotion than an old riverboat faro gambler.

for a schoolroom without a physical atlas is like a needle without an eye)

They never tell you how heavy a corpse is in training school.

This is serious business: you're representing the Laundry in front of the Black Chamber and some very big defence contractors, old school tie and all that." "I went to North Harrow Comprehensive," I sat wearily, "they didn't trust us with neckties, not after the upper fifth tried to lynch Brian the Spod.

Yes, the probability that five people in the same school or church or workplace will contract the same rare form of leukemia may be one in a million, but there are millions of schools and churches and workplaces

I cannot imagine that I will ever come home for a homecoming game after I leave here, but it was fun to pretend that I was.

It was one of those days that I didn't mind going to school because the weather was so pretty. The sky was overcast with clouds, and the air felt like a warm bath. I don't think I ever felt that clean before.

I had no involvement with any extracurricular activities at school, mostly because the one time I tried out for cheerleading I was summoned to the nurse's office the next morning to be tested for scoliosis. Sometime

Hey, Weenie Samdini! Henry Farmer called as he waited to get on the school bus Sam would have been taking. Why don't you do a magic trick and make yourself grow so you can k-k-kiss Stutter-girl? It's frightening to think that one day his vote will count as much as yours or mine, Sam mused.

Being in ballet school and being in leotards in front of a mirror I don't know how many hours a day was quite tough.

I would have been miserable in college. I always hated school.

When I was in school, martial arts made you a dork, and I became self-conscious that I was too masculine. I was a 16-year-old girl with ringworm and cauliflower ears. People made fun of my arms and called me 'Miss Man.' It wasn't until I got older that I realized: These people are idiots. I'm fabulous.

I missed a lot of school for auditions, but other than that I had a very normal childhood.

I would go back to school after working on a movie, and it didn't feel I missed anything, like I had been away. I did mature pretty quickly, though, but I still sound pretty immature sometimes.

I did gymnastics, I went to school, then I did homework. I missed out on a childhood.