Quotes About School

Ever since school, I got a lot of attention as I was modelling and everyone knew who I was. As a child, you enjoy it. But one has to explore and doing things by oneself to learn that life is very large.

We are running a very strong and ongoing marketing campaign to get families to send their children to school, particularly girls.

I'm pretty much using media all day because my school is online. It's sort of like homeschooling but also like going to real school - you log in and do all your work and email it to the teacher, and we have a teacher who oversees us on set.

I'm the only child of immigrant parents, you know? So all the pressure is just kind of on me: You have to make it. And I was like, 'Well, let me make it in music.' They were like, 'Nah, you gotta go to school.'

I read books for exams at school, but only because I had to read them, and really didn't enjoy it one little bit! The only time I did enjoy it was when I was asked to read out loud in front of the class, as I then used it as an acting exercise!

I'd always loved technology. It's something I always messed around with in computer labs at school. So I glommed onto it very early as way to differentiate myself in business.

I got really into art at school and then went onto art college in California.

I wasn't a part of any real clique at school but had a select few friends that I would open up to.

After university, I taught secondary school for a while and opened a bookshop in Greenwich, just east of London.

I have a chart for success at school because it gave me a great deal of pleasure. It opened my mind to the world. I learned to read.

Getting expelled from secondary school and going to a more arty-farty college gave me the incentive to perform and opened some doors.

My junior year, I was in a play at school and five days before opening night, I still didn't know my lines. Opening night was a disaster. I was so embarrassed. The director made me work backstage for the rest of the performance.

I was never very good at school with... humanities... anything which was more a matter of opinion.

I have forgotten all about my school days. I have a vague impression that they were detestable.

Major-General Sir Wilfred Bosher came to distribute the prizes at that school', proceeded Gussie in a dull, toneless voice.'He dropped a book. He stooped to pick it up. And, as he stooped, his trousers split up the back'. 'How we roared!

I mean, like I needed the stress of a fight with slutty Ms. Thinking-She's-All-That added on top of a life/species/school change?

If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope. - Zoey Mongomery (Redbird)

Stevie Rae looked from vampyre to vampyre. "Y'all need to get your shit together. Here's a newsflash from the only High Priestess you have left at this dang school: Zoey isn't dead. And believe me, I know dead. I've been there, done that, and got the frickin' T-shirt." Stevie Rae turned her back on the room and, with her fledglings, got the heck outta there.

How about we make a date to do nothing but curl up together after school alone and Roku a Big Bang Theory marathon." I grinned at him. "No one but me knows what a dork you truly are." "I need to laugh, and Sheldon makes me laugh.

the girls' dorm to the main school building, I decided

there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.

It can't be done, old thing. Sorry, but it's out of the question. I couldn't go through all that again. Not for me? Not for a dozen more like you. I never thought, said Bingo sorrowfully, to hear those words from Bertie Wooster! Well, you've heard them now, I said. Paste them in your hat. Bertie, we were at school together. It wasn't my fault. We've been pals for fifteen years. I know. It's going to take me the rest of my life to live it down.

Reflect, old man! We have been pals for years. Your mother likes me. No, she doesn't. Well, anyway, we were at school together and you owe me a tenner. Oh, well, he said in a resigned sort of voice.

It was some time before this happened, for he had got a very fine hand indeed. I suppose it wasn't often that the boys of Market Snodsbury Grammar School came across a man public-spirited enough to call their head master a silly ass, and they showed their appreciation in no uncertain manner. Gussie may have been one over the eight, but as far as the majority of those present were concerned he was sitting on top of the world.