Quotes About School

He started every entry with I got up . It meant, I hate this school. When he wrote I do not like porridge , that was actually true, but porridge was his code-word for Simon Silverson. Simon was porridge at breakfast, potatoes at lunch, and bread at tea. All the other other he hated had code-words too. Dan Smith was cornflakes, cabbage, and butter. Theresa was milk.

Where's school? he shrieked at her. I'm missing cricket practice! For half an hour after that the hospital was in total confusion, while everyone tried to catch a five-foot corpse clothed mostly in a flying sheet, which raced up and down the corridors shrieking that it was missing cricket practice.

What matters most is for the school, the district, and the state to be able to say that more students have reached proficiency. This sort of fraud ignores the students' interests while promoting the interests of adults who take credit for nonexistent improvements.

Social scientists generally agree that students' families (especially family income, which determines advantages and opportunity) have an even bigger impact on student performance than their school or teachers.

I never learned hate at home or shame. I had to go to school for that.

Freedom is a school of responsibility for human beings.

For example, the newspaper located a school featured in the Clinton Foundation annual report as "built through a Clinton Global Initiative Commitment to Action." In reality, "The Clinton Foundation's sole direct contribution to the school was a grant for an Earth Day celebration and tree-building activity."5

The difference between a story and an essay is that the storyteller just wants to entertain the reader, while the essayist has been to graduate school.

Of course not." "How do you know?" "I just know." "Remember how we couldn't go to school?" "That was inside. This is outside." We heard police sirens blowing. I watched Steffie's lips form the sequence: wow wow wow wow. She smiled in a certain way when she saw me watching, as though gently startled out of some absentminded pleasure. Denise walked in, rubbing her hands on her jeans.

A precocious private high school student whose life revolves around his school competes with its most famous and successful alumnus for the affection of a first-grade teacher."—Rushmore

Brunetti was certain she had gone to Catholic schools: it was only there that children mastered the alchemical formula of untruth and hypocrisy that was sure to persuade even the most sceptical listener.

the really hard ones, just bring them right to me.' 'And what will you do, Papà, tell me how you can't help because maths is so different from when you went to school?' Chiara asked with a laugh. 'Isn't that what I always do with your maths homework, cara?

Logic was my favorite class in school. I like it because it's a way to see HOW what someone says is nonsense.

He told her how the children were, assuring the Contessa that both of them were doing well in school, were sleeping with their windows closed against the night air, and eating two vegetables with every meal.

It was normal, then, that he should be missed, even mourned—for it's a hard thing when someone dies at a school like Hampden, where we were all so isolated, and thrown so much together. But I was surprised at the wanton display of grief which spewed forth once his death became official. It seemed not only gratuitous, but rather shameful given the circumstances.

I hadn't been at school since the day before my mother died and as long as I stayed away her death seemed unofficial somehow. But once I went back it would be a public fact. Worse: the thought of returning to any kind of normal routine seemed disloyal, wrong.

for the first time I realized how lonely the next two months would really be, with the school closed, the snow deep, everyone gone.

Running along the back wall was a long glass trophy case filled with loving cups, ribbons, school and sports memorabilia; in ominous proximity were several large funeral wreaths which, in conjunction with the trophies, gave that corner of the room a Kentucky Derby sort of look.

Certainly, families like Harriet's (and Hely's) would not tolerate for one moment brick-throwing at children white or black ("or purple," as Edie was fond of piping up in any discussion about skin color). And yet there Harriet was, at the all-white school.

When I was twelve and thirteen I used to get high at school every day—not because I liked it, it broke me out in cold sweats and panic—but because in the lower grades it was such a fabulous prestige to be thought a pothead, also because I was so expert at hiding the paranoiac flulike symptoms it gave me.

She nodded, taking his pistol and showing him the button to release the empty clip. "Where did you learn how to shoot?" he asked. "I teach high school.

There are no lessons so useful as those learned in the school of affliction.

Faith told Moses that affliction and suffering were not real evils.--They were the school of God, in which He trains the children of grace for glory--the medicines which are needful to purify our corrupt wills--the furnace which must burn away our dross--the knife which must cut the ties that bind us to the world.

pooped all over the carpet, eaten the slippers, and attacked the mailman, and was now being sent to obedience school.