principal

July 29th, 2012 | 271 Entries

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271 Entries for “principal”

  1. Depends on how we’re going to use the word “principal”. Principal the leader-ish type of person? nah. Or principal as in this is what I believe in. I’ll say, I prefer the latter, it’s so much more fun to talk about. What about you?

    By R13 URL on 07.30.2012

  2. She walked down the corridors. heels clicking loudly on the floor beneath her. The sound bounced of the walls and came back to her. Her chin was raised up and back was ramrod straight. Fire could be seen in her eyes and her left hand made a fist around the paper. She stood in front of the large brown door and heard noises from inside. Raising her, she knocked twice and waited for the solemn “come in” in that deep voice. She took a deep breathe and pushed the door open. She looked into the deep brown eyes of the person behind the desk, and for a split second, she felt like a student confronting the principal.

    By fam on 07.30.2012

  3. I never really liked my principal,
    also, the principals that I have now arent the best, I have to admit. I’m not the best.
    I know I’m not. It’s hard to keep proincipals, and to adhere to them. People are liars if they say it’s easy.

    By Raphaelle on 07.30.2012

  4. But, I already wrote about a principal. Oh perhaps I didn’t. This is like my second chance to write about something!
    OK WELL, I have this certain principal to not get too involved with people, In fear that I may hurt my self. That’s a good principal right? Wrong.
    It hurts too much to watch from the side, that principal SUCKS.

    By Raphaelle on 07.30.2012

  5. Principal, everyone has a certain list of principals,
    These are the things that make sure that your head and mind is in the right place.
    I’m pretty sure murderer’s and theifs didn’t have principals.
    I bet they also murdered and stole from their principals too.
    My principal is to not get attached to people, I’m a pretty lonely person.

    By Raphaelle URL on 07.30.2012

  6. the principal thing is to get wisdom, and to do what is right in the face of God. Follow your thoughts and you will never go wrong.

    By victor URL on 07.30.2012

  7. The principal of my old school was a genius, truly an inspiring teacher – he helped me achieve so much in Science back in school. The style in which he taught worked so well with my short attention span, he managed to keep me gripped throughout the whole lesson and I’d walk away with retained information, which for me is quite unusual. I owe a lot to that man.

    By Harry on 07.30.2012

  8. I love our new principal. He is way better than my old one. She was mean to me. My new principal is nicer to people and he loves the boarders. Partly because they pay more that day girls.

    By Demi on 07.30.2012

  9. The principal was upset about the poor examination results. Of course the school getting burnt down and half of the students caught behind locked firedoors didn’t help. Neither will the prosecution of him for endangering the students and breaching the fire safety regulations.

    By Neil URL on 07.30.2012

  10. He’d said it was principal. He’d said it was the most important above all else and look what’s happened. She was dead now, and it was all his fault. Because he hadn’t been careful enough, he’d been too zealous.

    By Connor on 07.30.2012

  11. “GINO!” The principal shouted. Once again, Gino is now back from his mischiefs since when he was grounded for dumping a girl infront of the public. “Yes sir?” he said. “Gino, why can’t you please stop doing such non-sense!” said the principal. “I’m sorry Sir, but I’ve been in this job full-time.” he said until he bumped into someone. The girl looked at him as he is at her dazzling ocean river rivet eyes then she went away. Gino lingered at the girl’s scent, wondering what’s her name.

    By MD URL on 07.30.2012

  12. My principal at the office was an old man – but none the wiser for all his experience. He had been sitting in his office chair for a life time without gaining anything but weight and a sense of being a piece of furniture.

    By Kassandra on 07.30.2012

  13. It was the principal of the school who started the trend. One day he showed up to work with his hair shaggy and sticking up – like he’d just woken. The next day, one of the more smart alecky cliques showed up to school with uncombed hair. It took a few days before half the small student body was failing to comb their hair in the morning. The teachers noticed but didn’t realize what had started the phenomena of perfectly dressed and make-upped students with wild bed head.
    Kara Culpepper wanted to go back to fussing over her hair in the AM while Jen Salazar wanted to take it a step further. The principal was wearing jogging shoes today; tomorrow (and until she decided otherwise) they would all wear jogging shoes to school.
    “When does this stop?” asked Sam Simpson privately to Ken Dodge. “When we all look like mini-Mr. Gracias?”
    “Yeah, I guess.” Ken was preoccupied with arranging a Gracia – type cow lick on his head.

    By KD on 07.30.2012

  14. Head of the school, tweed jacket over white shirt, probably stained. Receding hairline, not hidden at all with the combover, has no qualms about saying “it’s the principal of the matter!” and then snickering as if no one had heard the joke before, and as if it was actually funny.

    By Ara URL on 07.30.2012

  15. The Principal had a long, grim face, with bushy brown eyebrows and a nose like a vulture. He seemed to spy everybody, and wait for them to do something wrong.

    By Alex and the Dancing Monkeys URL on 07.30.2012

  16. It wasn’t about the cup anymore. I couldn’t care less about a mug with a stupid saying on it. It was the fact that she had the audacity to lie about it and I was supposed to be sharing my home with her.

    By Elise URL on 07.30.2012

  17. He never knew he could be this important, be responsible for inspiring so many people. to teach and sculpt the future generations of his city. But that is how it was meant to be, he was a principal. The man who could change things, who was meant to change them.

    By Iruag on 07.30.2012

  18. The principal looked down from her lofty height at the two scuffed, muddy combatants who cowered before her. “well?” she asked. “What do you think I should do with you two? Russ?” The boy’s eyes fell. “Danny?”

    “Um…. send us home?”

    By Annie URL on 07.30.2012

  19. School, air, type do and we are going to school to do our assignments and converse with other students regarding tests and homework and other things that we should do. I enjoy learning so much, but the school system needs to be rectified for the better. I love to learn because it opens up horizons for me and can help me in the future while doing my job. I love to learn because everyone should have a passion to learn and discover more about life. We need to study more to excel in school to go to college with a 4.0 GPA. That will help me a lot.

    By Priya on 07.30.2012

  20. my principal is fat. he smells like eggs. never midn hes skinny and bald now. woops. wrong principa. hehehehe so yeah principals like mrs souza shes an evil witch, i didnt like her at all. she was evil. i dont like her. do you like her? i didnt like her. i dont know who the principal was in my preschool. he probably smelt. baaaad. okay times up goodbye i think. hehhehehe hehe heh times going again is this cheating? my sisters principal was bald too, now hes bald too. again. 60 seconds and her middle school prinicipal was fat and black and sounded like a man. she was bald. BALD PRINCIPALS UNITE.

    By Daniela on 07.30.2012

  21. mean fat fake superfulous dismayed saddened unfortunate manipulated unfair long distance afar rude

    By chloe on 07.30.2012

  22. The Principles of Cycling are don’t fall off. its is a blancing act trying to stay on two wheels of aproxmately 2 inches thick. If you wobble or try to over think things the chances are you will end up on the floor with your ankles in the air. Speed is essentially stop and you will flop!

    By Sophia on 07.30.2012

  23. Principals are things that seem to hold things in place. Whether they’re bloated authority figures or the works of physics that hold things in place, they’re a principal. Both are something you can always count on. Always, principals.

    By Rebecca Benson URL on 07.30.2012

  24. The principal was cold.Not of temperature,but of temperament.I couldn’t see the rules she lived by,the reasoning,I couldn’t see her empire,or career as important…I just saw her evil soul.

    By zia on 07.30.2012

  25. Principals of life always seem to cling things together, sting us along, and tell us what to do, and when to do it. A figure in which we are to listen, this is the force that drives us. Driven like the forces of science, physics, and the principals of complete existence.

    By Becca Benson URL on 07.30.2012

  26. Since I was young, my principal has been more than a disciplinary figure- she has been my teacher and role model. She has always assigned me little tasks to accomplish, and her office has become one of my happy places, rather than a foreboding place of punishment.

    By Sarah on 07.30.2012

  27. He thought of something foggy and incoherent about being sent to the principal’s office -again- as he tightened the noose. His mother crying somewhere. Not as much as him. He thought of the blood on his desk as he kicked the chair out from below his feet and struggled to breathe one last time.

    By Eva URL on 07.30.2012

  28. The principle gather the boys things and closed the door.
    “What exactly did you think was going to come of you? Do you think that your actions have no consequences?”

    The boy grinned to himself.

    By Bailey on 07.30.2012

  29. The principal gathered the boy’s things from the hallway and closed the door.
    “What did you think you were doing? Don’t you know that your actions have consequences?”

    The boy grinned to himself.

    By Bailey URL on 07.30.2012

  30. Principal. Principle. A Principal should always have good principle, for if he/she does not, the School will run a-muck

    By Toodles on 07.30.2012

  31. It’s not the money, I don’t care about that. It’s the principal of the thing. Handing over my money in exchange for goods and services, just like everyone else does, requires a certain amount of trust in what is usually a bunch of total strangers. You rely on them to provide you with whatever it is you’ve given them your money for, and to do something about it if they don’t. So when I receive an empty CD case, in exchange for my cash; I’m not happy! It was even wrapped up in cellophane, which tells me that it was a machine that freaked out and not a human being. Of course some factory minion missed the empty case so it was packaged, packed up, sent to a distributor who delivered it to the company who now refuse to replace it or give me my money back. Give me my money back! GIVE. ME. MY. MONEY. BACK! Godammit!

    By rhyme79 URL on 07.30.2012

  32. As the principal I never thought I would end up in this situation. I as a role model to students and teachers am supposed to know what I want, make the right decisions. But this time is was different.

    By Bella on 07.30.2012

  33. The stupid ideas people come up with so that they can say they have moral high ground. Useless and takes fun out of life. More fun without any principals. 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    By Bob on 07.30.2012

  34. The principal in my life is determination. Being determined to be and do my personal best keeps me going each day. This may someday be the death of me, for failing hurts me deeply.

    By Tlotlo on 07.30.2012

  35. He was tall and mustached. He was very strict, but on certain occasions was known to laugh with a boom that reminded much of the school of a bomb, and caused several teachers to dive under desks. Most liked him, all respected him. Except, of course, those that didn’t. The unruly especially greeted him with animosity, but even they had to admit, Mr. Principal had style, as evidenced by his ability to wear bow ties.

    By Michele on 07.30.2012

  36. He was sitting in his office, tired. Tired of life, of the day and the night, of all the people around them – those that greeted him with a fake smile, those that looked up to him and those that looked down to him. And of course those that just looked down. Like him, down at the ground, like there was something interesting keeping them from seeing everything else.

    By Diana Mooncrown URL on 07.30.2012

  37. This is one word I can never remember whether it’s the principal of a school or th or the moral reason no matter how many times I look it up. I’m going to guess the second and look it up AGAIN. Grrrr

    By anne on 07.30.2012

  38. The principal usually is the worst person in the school. He/She tries to run the school in the worst possible way. My own very principal may be rather nice but she’s not very good at the administrative part. I hope people get better principal than mine.

    By Lonti on 07.30.2012

  39. Principles and Principals. One of those spelling problems that comes up occasionally. The principal is your PAL. That’s rule that’s helped me out.

    By Jean on 07.30.2012

  40. “Shit. Just what I needed, another fun little trip to the principal’s office.” he thought. As Colin opened the heavy door leading into the office he made eye contact with principal Drummond. “God dammit, Colin. What’s it this time?”
    “Are you sure you actually want to know?” Colin smiled to himself and sat down in the chair that should have been labeled his.

    By anonymous URL on 07.30.2012