3,403 Quotes About School

She was probably sixty, a big rawboned woman with a man's face, and her clothes, if not her very pores, seemed always to exude that dry essence of pencil shavings and chalk dust that is the smell of school. She was strict and humorless, preoccupied with rooting out the things she held intolerable: mumbling, slumping, daydreaming, frequent trips to the bathroom, and, the worst of all, "coming to school without proper supplies."  

They had exhorted her to work hard, it need only be for a short time after all, at 'dull school subjects', such as English, French, History and Maths. Moy, who hated these with the possible exception of English, had decided some time ago that she would not work at these horrid subjects, would not take any of the beastly exams, and would leave school as soon as possible. She occasionally tried to communicate this decision to her family, but they simply refused to listen.

No one would ever say, "Come and join us, Caroline," so I would then spend the rest of the lunch period feeling sorry for myself and trying to remember that the lonely children like me are the ones who grow up to be someone that everyone wishes they could be.

I was an owl in the darkness, looming over this black and white Dominican mouse with her little pink rodent hands working the old projector. I was a panther in short socks, teeth clenched and eyes fixed on my prey.

What’s wrong with Louis?” asked Ron. “Is he sick or something?”“Yes,” said Jenny. “He’s got a real bad disease. And it’s spelled L-O-V-E.

There are two elevators. One is blue. One is red. When you want to go up, you take the blue elevator. When you want to go down, you take the red elevator. It’s that simple. It can’t go wrong! The blue one only goes up. And the red one only goes down.”And so, at last, Wayside School got elevators. A blue one and a red one. They each worked perfectly one time — and never could be used again.

Take a minute and think back to your favorite class.  Chances are you do not rememberthe name of the textbook, the name of computer software, or the order in which the curriculum was taught.  What you do remember is the person in charge of that class: the teacher.

How many girls’ schools have expelled you?''This is number six,' Emma volunteered.' Papa, is Maria going to Paris? Is she?''No, Emma, nor anywhere else on the Continent. But she is going _somewhere_, to be sure.

But we just wanted to go to school." Her voice broke again. "I'm sixteen. I shouldn't have to beg for that. But we just want to get to class without fearing for our lives.