Quotes About School

I had a big fight in my first week in secondary school. There was a kid in the year above who was nasty to me, and we ended up having a scrap. I can remember thinking that there was going to be some serious bloodshed if we didn't stop, so I made a decision to walk away. It was a difficult thing to do, but the most sensible.

Bullying is a national epidemic.

I auditioned for the role of an angel in the Nativity play at school. I didn't get it. I auditioned for Mary; didn't get it. So I made up the character of the sheep who sat next to Baby Jesus.

I didn't do school plays... I've never done a play in my life, actually. Not even a nativity.

I wanted to be white and blonde so I could be an angel in the school Nativity play. Because only the blonde girls were allowed to be the angels and angels are lovely and I just wanted to be lovely too.

Oh, I am not naturally gifted in dancing in any way! Stupidly, I didn't go to those classes in drama school. I was like, 'I don't need that; I'll never be dancing in anything.'

Joshua nodded with a small smile. "I know if you're with her, nothing bad can happen to her. I'll go to school with Marie and Stefan. Of course, if you took me, all the other kids would think I have a big daddy, and they wouldn't try to pick on me." He shrugged. "But Stefan's big. Maybe he'll work.

Meanwhile, the hoarse proponents of "intelligent design" would be laying siege to yet another school board, demanding that tripe be taught to children.

he couldn't, as a respectable master in an English public school, have taken us to a brothel. Yet how I wish he had! His introduction to sexual experience would, I feel sure, have been a masterpiece of tact; it might well have speeded up our development by a good five years.

Sometimes Arthur talked about his childhood. As a boy he was delicate and had never been sent to school. An only son, he lived alone with his widowed mother, whom me adored. Together they studied literature and art; together they visted Paris, Baden-Baden, Rome, moving always in the best society, from Schloss to château, from château to palace, gentle, charming, appreciative; in a state of perpeutal tender anxiety about each other's health.

Don't trust her," shouted Helena, who was trying to stop Lysander from licking her shin. "She was a vixen when she went to school, and though she be but little, she is fierce." "Little, is it?" said Hermia. "I will show you little, thou lumbering maypole. I shall decorate your inconstant lovers with your splattered brains.

Wait, what? Ain't no thing. I'ma choke you out ironically, Evan, so you be too cool for school. Cool as a motherfuckin' corpse, Evan." He let a little air through. "I love something! I do love something." "You do?" "My cat, Cisco." "Cisco? After the outlaw?" "After the networking company." "Yeah, I'm sho-nuff gonna choke this motherfucker out!

Leave it to Daddy Cool to kill a bird, then give it a funeral. Leave it to Daddy Cool to torture human kids at school all day long and never have his conscience

When the veterans in the group were growing up, computers were quite rare and expensive, but Veres went to school in the age when anyone with a little money and skill could make up a small personal system. Veres says that what he does at home is different enough from what he does at work to serve as recreation for him. At work he deals with hardware; when he's at home, he focuses on software—reading programming manuals and creating new software for his own computer.

British foreign policy, on the other hand, changed very slowly; in fundamentals it never changed at all. Britain had a Prime Minister who was a Socialist, yet everything remained as it had been. Politicians may come and politicians may go but the old school tie goes on forever.

And, partly to have peace on Sundays, and partly because the combination of the word "Sunday" with the word "school" suggested denial and a spoiling of pleasure, he sent Anand and Savi to Sunday school.

On the floor by each child's desk was the obligatory gas mask. Children now carried them everywhere.

out of her bag and slid it across the desk. "That's why I'm giving Noah this one opportunity to save his grade. If he'll fill this journal

Mrs. Rondle gave us a pop quiz. So lame.

When we walked the mowed margins of the field in the evenings, a school of black crickets sprang ahead of us like dolphins in front of a ship.

with growing horror. People at the school had lied to them directly, pretending I was making up stories. The tape ended. No one spoke. "Well?" I asked. "I'm calling your lawyer," my mother finally said. "And," my father added, "let's call your friend at Health and Human Services." He shook his head, a fury on his face unlike any I had ever seen. "We're going to destroy this school," he muttered coldly.

That's illegal," the counselor sputtered. If Swarthmore received federal money—and it almost certainly did—they were violating Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973, which prohibits discrimination against people with disabilities. I was free to leave school if I chose, but they couldn't force me out.

My father was, I suppose, a crank. He had a fine, precise mind which ignored what it was not interested in. Without being a misanthrope he was unsociable and non-conforming. He had his own unorthodox theories of education, one of which was that I should not be sent to school.

I decided to pursue music, so I dropped out of school and I told my parents I didn't want any money from them. I got three jobs and I just hit the ground running.