There's no crying in the rank book.
William MortonTag: school history crying sad scholar academics harsh
I found my mind wandering at games; loved boxing and was good at it; and in summer, having chosen rowing instead of cricket, lay peacefully by the Stour, well upstream of the rhythmic creaking and the exhortation, reading Lily Christine and Gibbon and gossiping with kindred lotus-eaters under the willow-branches.
Patrick Leigh FermorTag: school leisure summer free-time
There's always a bit of suspense about the particular way in which a given school year will get off to a bad start.
Frank PortmanTag: humor school high-school
You should be nicer to him,' a schoolmate had once said to me of some awfully ill-favored boy. 'He has no friends.' This, I realized with a pang of pity that I can still remember, was only true as long as everybody agreed to it.
Christopher HitchensTag: friends school bullying pity schoolmates
If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.
Elizabeth BergTag: school exercise teenagers young teenager gym gym-class teen elizabeth-berg joy-school
Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love—you know, things I don't care about anymore.
Lady GagaTag: love school music high-school lady-gaga
She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead. "You're lost!" "You're angry!" "You're in the wrong school!" "You're in the wrong country!" "You're on the wrong planet!
Laurie Halse AndersonTag: school funny spanish-class
That is what is marvelous about school, she realized: when you are in school, your talents are without number, and your promise is boundless. You ace a math test: you will one day work for NASA. The choir director asks you to sing a solo at the holiday concert: you are the next Mariah Carey. You score a goal, you win a poetry contest, you act in a play. And you are everything at once: actor, astronomer, gymnast, star. But at a certain point, you begin to feel your talents dropping away, like feathers from a molting bird. Cello lessons conflict with soccer practice. There aren't enough spots on the debating team. Calculus remains elusive. Until the day you realize that you cannot think of a single thing you are wonderful at.
Sarah Shun-lien BynumI stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.
Laurie Halse AndersonTag: school depression
Today that legend is inscribed on the stones that were used to build the walls of the school, and as the water falls out of the sky and over those stones, the words of the legend are carried down from the mountains and into the fields and gardens and orchards of Afghanistan. And as the water and the words rush past, who can fail to turn to his neighbor and whisper, with humility and awe-if this is what the weakest, the least valued, the most neglected among us are capable of achieving, truly is there anything we cannot do?
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