#school

Insomnia I cannot get to sleep tonight. I toss and turn and flop. I try to count some fluffy sheep while o'er a fence they hop. I try to think of pleasant dreams of places really cool. I don't know why I cannot sleep - I slept just fine at school. ↗

— Kathy Kenney-Marshall

#humour #insomnia #school #sleep #dreams

I ended up dropping out of high school. I'm a high school dropout, which I'm not proud to say, ... I had some teachers that I still think of fondly and were amazing to me. But I had other teachers who said, 'You know what? This dream of yours is a hobby. When are you going to give it up?' I had teachers who I could tell didn't want to be there. And I just couldn't get inspired by someone who didn't want to be there ↗

— Hilary Swank

#dream #fond #giving-up #high-school #inspire

The study of law can be disappointing at times, a matter of applying narrow rules and arcane procedure to an uncooperative reality; a sort of glorified accounting that serves to regulate the affairs of those who have power--and that all too often seeks to explain, to those who do not, the ultimate wisdom and justness of their condition. But that's not all the law is. The law is also memory; the law also records a long-running conversation, a nation arguing with its conscience. ↗

— Barack Obama

#justice #law #law-school #society #dreams

The Church is Christ’s witness to the world of a loving savior and His redemptive plan for man. ↗

— John Paul Warren

#church-leadership #pastor-john-paul #pastor-john-paul-warren #pastors-conferences #school-of-ministry

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life. ↗

— Julie Anne Peters

#high-school-kids #lgbtq #lgbtq-literature #luna #transgender

After getting dressed at warp speed, I actually managed to drive all the way to high school before I realized I'd forgotten my morning coffee. Mystery, intrigue, and naked dreams aside, that didn't bode well for my chances at making it through the morning without killing myself. Or someone else. ↗

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#coffee #dressed #forgotten #killing #naked

That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn. ↗

— Daniel Amory

#city #downtown #dream #heat #hot

I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the way a hand looked when it was relaxed. Loved the way a woman looked when she touched her own face. The way a man looked when he opened himself to her. Loved the way wind changed a tree or a field or a child’s hair. The beauty of a neck meeting a shoulder. The softness of a smile that wasn’t forced. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #college-application #creativity #dating #glass-girl

I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already did.” As we opened our doors to step out, he touched my arm. “Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#crushes #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

Let’s go to town,” Jo said. “Take me to eat dinner at the hotel.” I sucked in a breath and stared at her for a minute. Here she sat, her hair still wet although neatly braided, wearing an old Kiss sweatshirt, the one with the red mouth and tongue, red sweatpants, and ridiculous red pumps with black scuffs on the toes and heels. And she wanted me to take her to the Hotel Wyoming, where the rich tourists hung out. I smiled. Because it was possibly the greatest thing I’d ever heard. “Yeah, let’s go to the hotel. Grab your purse and I’ll find your coat. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #jo-russell #kiss