Schooled

When we lock things away," he said with conviction, "we're really imprisoning ourselves.

Come on, who saw what happened?" "I did," I volenteered. "Well?" "Buttwipe wanted to know what jerkface was looking at." I turned turned eyes on the bloody and dirt-smeared brawlers. "You were barely 3-inches apart. Couldn't you see that you were both looking at each other?" The teacher's face reddened. "Who do you think you are? Jerry Seinfeld?" "You must be confused with another student," I told him. "My name is Capricorn Anderson.

They've got these things called lockers," I raved on. "The Halls are lined with them. And you won't believe what they're for! They're for locking stuff away-so other people won't steal it! Why can't everyone share?" ~ Cap

They don't have regular time at school, you know. They have periods. All of a sudden an alarm goes off and you're supposed to drop what you're doing and rush off to a different room with a different teacher to do something completely different! How can anybody learn like that?

That was when I started to worry about what was going to happen to me.

Mrs. Donnelly lived here with her daughter, Sophie. And, of course, me, now. Sophie

I’m supposed to talk some sense into you,” she told me. “But what I really want to say is congratulations. You did the right thing.” “The police don’t think so.” “Typical,” she clucked. “Getting hung up on the numbers on your birth certificate when you probably saved a life.” “They made

The tradition at C Average was to nominate the biggest loser in the building.

If she hadn’t adopted the hippie lifestyle, she would have made a terrific Marine drill sergeant.