Quotes About School

I look like prep school Barbie, Nudge complained, as she entered the kitchen. She caught sight of me in my uniform and looked mollified. Actually, you like prep school Barbie. I'm just Barbie's friend.

Now, like all the other schools I've ever attended, the hallways of Long Beach Middle School are plastered with all sorts of NO BULLYING posters. There's only one problem: Bullies, it turns out, don't read too much. I guess reading really isn't a job requirement in the high-paying fields of name-calling, nose-punching, and atomic-wedgie-yanking.

That's right: Never underestimate the power of a good laugh. It can stop some of the fiercest middle-school monsters.

The school crossing guard is a zombie?" screams the youngest Smiley. Then she starts crying. "I hugged her once, Mommy! Am I gonna turn into a zombie, too?" "Take it easy, dear," says Aunt Smiley. "It's just a joke. I think. Right, Jamie?

Your brothers have set off a stink bomb in the second-floor boys' lavatory

Yesterday I asked my teacher, 'How come I have to study English? I'm never going to England!' " Stevie still isn't laughing, but

También me parece sospechoso su estúpido comportamiento. No hacen más que reírse disimuladamente y darse palmadas en la espalda, diciendo cosas como tremendo y lo máximo, el tipo de expresiones que usaría un psicólogo de colegio para simular que nos entiende.

These are the cafeteria ladies. I call them Millie, Billie, and Tilly. I think they're part of a government program to get rid of the middle school population in this country, one lunch at a time.

They had a pretty decent hideout, too. It was a three-walled alcove in the parking lot, meant to shield two dumpsters from view. Anyone inside the school wouldn't have been able to spot them. But from there in the alley, I had a clear sight line. I stepped back and radioed Keats. "This is Hoot," I said. "I found her. She's with some friends in the parking area on the south side of the building." Some

Snowflake, the Secret Service calls her. I don't know why they make their code names public, but they do. The president is Spider. That name kind of suits him. But Snowflake for the First Lady? Well, they have the temperature about right. I'd go with Icicle for a more accurate description....Libby Rose Francis's thing is stay in school. Hard to be against that, but seeing this bejeweled, silver-spoon elitist among inner-city dropouts is like watching Donald Trump milk a cow.

have thought so much could change in one summer? Not me, that's for sure. Not my best buddy, Leonardo the Silent. Probably not the folks at Airbrook Arts Community School either. That's where I was supposed to start seventh grade in the fall. Supposed to. You

I mean Zeke McDonald and Kenny Patel, the left and right butt cheeks of Cathedral School of the Arts.

The next girl to speak at assembly was Lexi Winchester. I knew Lexi from my old school, and she was a real nice kid. Still, Jeanne Galletta had my vote. Sorry, Lex.

That's me, by the way, arriving at "prison"—also known as Hills Village Middle School—in

critique, and it's an art school thing, where you have to put your assignment up in front of the whole class so everyone can talk about it. Kind of like getting up in front of a firing squad.

Holy Name had been such a big part of my life that sometimes I took the church and school for granted. Not only were my children going to school here, where we attended services every Sunday, but the church was also essentially harboring my grandfather and giving him a strong purpose late in life. The idea of Seamus living with us as a retired bar owner with no purpose in life was the stuff of nightmares.

It looked like this: "You must be Rafe and Mrs. Khatchadorian," she said. "Yes," Mom said, sounding more annoyed by the second. "And you are?" When the lady reached over and shook Mom's hand, I'm pretty sure I heard some knuckles crunching. "Vice Principal Charlotte P. Stonecase

But just going to school and breathing the air and being near other kids and all their germs could make my little sister seriously ill, because Maddie suffers from SCID, which is short for severe combined immunodeficiency.

Nuke Khatchadorian.

You know how some kids get excited about the first day of school and have an outfit all picked out and a new lunchbox and stuff? Well, they're bleeping idiots. "Can

This is what I actually looked like when I got to school that first morning of sixth grade.

so imagine the day your great-great-grandmother was born. Got it? Now go back another hundred years or so. And then another hundred. That's about when they built Hills Village Middle School. Of course, I think it was a prison for Pilgrims back then, but not too much has changed. Now it's a prison for sixth, seventh, and eighth graders.

You've already seen what I look like, so you can probably guess which one I chose. As soon as I got to homeroom, I went straight for the back row and sat as far from the teacher's desk as possible. There was just one problem with that plan, and his name was Miller. Miller the Killer, to

Rafe jumped Miller!" Gabe said. The problem was, it was true. There were about three dozen witnesses.