After several minutes of utterly dull conversation I began to think of her not as a woman but as a human, then not as a human but as an animal, then not as an animal but as a source of high-grade protein.
The best way to measure how much you've grown isn't by inches or the number of laps you can now run around the track, or even your grade point average-- though those things are important, to be sure. It's what you've done with your time, how you've chosen to spend your days, and whom you've touched this year. That, to me, is the greatest measure of success.
The secret is,†I say, whispering right into his ear, “that yours was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.†“But I’ve never kissed you,†he whispers back. Around us the rain sounds like falling glass. “Not since third grade, anyway.†I smile, but I’m not sure if he can see it. “Better get started, then,†I say, “because I don’t have much time.
[My mom's] funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it's her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that.
Poverty cannot deprive us of many consolations. It cannot rob us of the affection we have for each other, or degrade us in our own opinion, of in that of any person, whose opinion we ought to value.
When red-headed people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things.
Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.
That's the great thing about being in the third grade. If you've got one polysyllabic adjective, everyone thinks you're a genius.
Really, he called me that? Ellen DeGenerate? I've been getting that since fourth grade. I guess I'm happy I could give him work.