And there he was, standing in the doorway telling me what to do. I felt as if I had been dismissed, punished and was guilty of some crime. He did not explain why this was happening. I had no chance to talk, and if I had anything I said would have made me sound guilty.
She left the room on her own accord, but in her heart, she felt that she had been dismissed. There was tension so tight and thick that she caught herself stumbling as she exited, finally gasping and allowing those fenced-in tears to stream down her cheeks.
Dismissed? What in the hell? How am I supposed to write about the word dismissed? Damn, I can’t even think of a story off the bat. It’s a verb, too. One of those weird verbs.. The hell am I even talking about? DISMISSED?! Hm.. The umm uhh the teacher dismissed her students when the bell rang. The principal dismissed the school blah blah I don’t get it. Damn. Um… Um.. OH GOD. PANIC. I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING. AHHH
Class was dismissed an hour early so we could go to a pub for an open mic night. Seeing Professor Doran drunk on daiquiris laughing about comma splices wasn’t exactly commonplace, but for me it was already expected. As my friend Cindy tossed back a sweet, sweet buttery nipple, I grabbed a full pitcher of amber and brought it swirling to the corner table.
“Thanks, Ray,” Martin grinned as he filled a pint glass and took a very long sip.
dismissed means that you are done doing what ever you are doing at that time. i like being dismissed from work. dismissed is a pretty awesome thing. i dont know why i have to write about this for six
I walked into class and sat in my seat. He usually came to sit next to me, but today he walked passed. Usually he comes to walk with me, but today he didn’t. He didn’t look at me, didn’t talk to me. As the bell dismissed us from class I was dismissed from his life.
There was this one time while in class, so much rudeness. So sadness. The teacher asked me question, tried to answer, ignored, destroyed. I really tried, i just couldn’t. Why? So mean, cruelty. Futility.
The bell rings. The children have mentally left minutes ago. They amble for the door, papers hanging out of binders, rolled in hands, and stuffed into spiral notebooks. I smooth my shirt and wait for the next batch.
Sometimes, I feel dismissed. Dismissed by my family, friends.. dismissed by the world. I feel helpless- like I can’t do anything to positively change things, because of the fact that I am so underestimated. It is hard to live up to your own expectations when they are put upon you by others.
Her eyes burned with disgust as she dismissed them. The worst part of her pain and misery was seeing that the two juvenile delinquents learned nothing from their gloriously boring 5 hours of punishment. She wished they could magically mature and realize their foolish yet easily fixable behavior, but all principal Mcarntey could do was watch to potential buds blossom into nothing.
the class was dismissed, but she felt no relief. she pushed her way through the crowded hallway, frantically trying to reach the bathroom before the tears really started to fall. that wouldn’t be a good look on her.
I know what if feels like to be dismissed. I know how that feels to be told, in one way or another, that your services, your face, your words are no longer wanted or needed in the building.
To be dismissed, is to be released. The fact of the matter is that this can be known as a negative word. But I don’t think it is. On occasion, it can be. As in, ” You’ve been released for the position. “
“You’re Dismissed”
Their cold eyes pierced mine and they looked at my unfinished work heartlessly.
“I-I’m not done,” I muttered apologetically, struggling under their glares.
Harriet was dismissed from her classroom and sent to the principles office… again.
“How unfair,” she though, “all i did was tie my shoe!”
“When will that child learn to stop being figity in my classroom,” wondered her teacher.
Harriet was always getting in trouble for the silliest of things. Just last week she had gotten in trouble for turning in her homework messy. Afterall it wasn’t her fault that it got wrinkled in her bag.
And she stood there, barely aware of what was going on. She held her breath deep inside as she watched the light pink sun fall below the horizon. Her breath fell heavy and short after a minute. She dismissed Jeffery and let him walk away. She imagined what had just happened, the touch of his hand the brush of his soft lips and that was it. The drowning, deepening pain settled in as she stroked her lips where there had once been love. The wind blew harder as darkness began. Pulling her sweater tighter around her thin body, she shut the door to the night’s cold air, and the love she could have had.
I had this job and now I dont’, the boss dismissed me. I have no idea why he let me go. I was doing such a good job too. I’m going to miss my coworkers very much. I hope my new job pays more money than this crazy job did. Good riddance I say. I don’t need this job anyway. How can he dismiss me so easily.
everything’s gone. i dismissed the thought. the painful memories needed to leave and i couldn’t bare to cry any longer, so let them all go. they fell away along with everything else i ever loved. that’s all i could do. there’s only so many tears a person can cry until they have to release the pain and cast the memories away.
Toni slammed the classroom door behind her. Stupid Mrs. Hotchkins! Why did she even care wheter an essay was done in pen or not? Toni had worked night and day for over a week to finish that, and Hotchkins just dismissed it without even reading it?
Dismissed. She was dismissed from the classroom to go to the principal’s office. Her teacher did not know why and neither did she. She was very worried that he would find out what she did.
I have comed here from different sites wishing for another word than dismissed, but it’s the same. I don’t know what to say as I watch the purple bar rise and the time will be over in 3 2 1 0 …
to be dismissed from class, because you have a doctors appointment or a dentist appointment, or someplace more important and slightly more interesting than sitting in a desk for 12 hours. anything is better than than. including blood work and IVs.
When you have been dismissed you feel abstract, lost, devoid. Dismissal from punishment however could be considered a godsend a gift if you will. Dismissal from school is the moment of the day all high school students wait for, it is the beginning of summer everyday.
It reminds me of when I being dismissed in class. Usually I hate being dismissed because I’m rushing to finish my work, or I’m actually having fun doing something (most likely talking). Except for math class. I hate math class. I get so bored I literally start counting the dots on the ceiling. My teacher asked me what I was doing, and when I told her, she gave me a weird look. I think she thinks I have OCD. But I don’t care because it’s fun doing stuff like that in front of teachers. Especially when they don’t get the message.
As she walked around the classroom, the dismissal bell rang. She went to her locker, then started walking home. But then the unthinkable happened. A van pulled up, and a sickly voice said “Would you like a ride, little girl”?
class dismissed. you are dismissed. if you don’t act quickly enough in the world today with your personal value proposition you will be dismissed. to hell with that. i believe in slow. think deep. take your time. get to know. whatever it is around you. look at the landscape. look before you leap. and then? leap with your whole heart. dismissal cannot be taken back easily. so don’t do it.
class dismissed. you are dismissed. if you don’t act quickly enough in the world today with your personal value proposition you will be dismissed. to hell with that. i believe i slow. take your time. get to know. look before you leap. dismissal cannot be taken back easily. only if it is really bad should anyone or anything be considered for dismissal, and then again, a look again might reveal something very interesting.
I was dismissed from class late, so I ran to my locker. BUt on the way there, I ran into HIMM. And soon I’m stuck there, like a deer in the head lights, staring at those beautiful eyes of his changing back and forth from blue to green and wondering what exactly i’m doing.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I first stepped into the office. The man behind the desk gave me a look that might look better if you were giving it to a snail without a shell – or one cracked down the back, like it was radiating out from the snail’s little heart. Broken chink pieces. I held the papers to my chest, and then finally took that little step forward that meant so much, to cross into the actual office instead of standing outside, and handed them in. Said, please.
And summariliy was dismissed.
And we leave together, arm in arm. My skin against your sleeve feels like a dream, and I waver in my pace to try to hold on for a moment, just a moment longer.
I couldn’t help but feel the winter beckon,” You are dismissed.” Through an eerie mist, quite convinced, I spent the evening waiting for spring. But it never came, and suddenly I was alone again.
I was as if he didn’t even care. She las lost now; broken, like a shattered mirror. She had laid everything on the line and he had completely dismissed it; dismissed her. She had no idea where to go from here. Everything was a blur. Her head started to feel fuzzy, and the world began to spin. She knew what was to come, and she let it wash over her. She fell to the ground as if in slow-mo. An empty shell of what she used to be.
We wrote letters of recommendation on fortune paper, stuffed them between the soles of our shoes and the laces of our breasts just to keep them from crinkling at the corners like so many of those promises you kept planting but never watering. We were seedless sustanence and beautiful–ripe for the picking and yet you couldn’t stand to see the dismissal in our gazes, green as the lush valleys of Eden. Now we’re all settled on a bar top somewhere in backwoods Kansas, sporting hot chile caresses and glassy pupils. Dismiss us now.
And there he was, standing in the doorway telling me what to do. I felt as if I had been dismissed, punished and was guilty of some crime. He did not explain why this was happening. I had no chance to talk, and if I had anything I said would have made me sound guilty.
She left the room on her own accord, but in her heart, she felt that she had been dismissed. There was tension so tight and thick that she caught herself stumbling as she exited, finally gasping and allowing those fenced-in tears to stream down her cheeks.
Dismissed? What in the hell? How am I supposed to write about the word dismissed? Damn, I can’t even think of a story off the bat. It’s a verb, too. One of those weird verbs.. The hell am I even talking about? DISMISSED?! Hm.. The umm uhh the teacher dismissed her students when the bell rang. The principal dismissed the school blah blah I don’t get it. Damn. Um… Um.. OH GOD. PANIC. I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING. AHHH
I asked to go, he demurred. I whispered back that it was all a bottle of soda. He looked away. Dismissed.
When I saw him later that evening he was wearing red socks. he said goodbye to early. Dismissed.
Class was dismissed an hour early so we could go to a pub for an open mic night. Seeing Professor Doran drunk on daiquiris laughing about comma splices wasn’t exactly commonplace, but for me it was already expected. As my friend Cindy tossed back a sweet, sweet buttery nipple, I grabbed a full pitcher of amber and brought it swirling to the corner table.
“Thanks, Ray,” Martin grinned as he filled a pint glass and took a very long sip.
dismissed means that you are done doing what ever you are doing at that time. i like being dismissed from work. dismissed is a pretty awesome thing. i dont know why i have to write about this for six
dismissed in a word. Class dismissed – it’s time to go home! Your ideas were dismissed. It was not such a great day. Dismissed sounds like and ending.
I walked into class and sat in my seat. He usually came to sit next to me, but today he walked passed. Usually he comes to walk with me, but today he didn’t. He didn’t look at me, didn’t talk to me. As the bell dismissed us from class I was dismissed from his life.
Dismiss those thoughts
Don’t you dare think
This is the concrete congealing our minds
There was this one time while in class, so much rudeness. So sadness. The teacher asked me question, tried to answer, ignored, destroyed. I really tried, i just couldn’t. Why? So mean, cruelty. Futility.
The bell rings. The children have mentally left minutes ago. They amble for the door, papers hanging out of binders, rolled in hands, and stuffed into spiral notebooks. I smooth my shirt and wait for the next batch.
Sometimes, I feel dismissed. Dismissed by my family, friends.. dismissed by the world. I feel helpless- like I can’t do anything to positively change things, because of the fact that I am so underestimated. It is hard to live up to your own expectations when they are put upon you by others.
Her eyes burned with disgust as she dismissed them. The worst part of her pain and misery was seeing that the two juvenile delinquents learned nothing from their gloriously boring 5 hours of punishment. She wished they could magically mature and realize their foolish yet easily fixable behavior, but all principal Mcarntey could do was watch to potential buds blossom into nothing.
the class was dismissed, but she felt no relief. she pushed her way through the crowded hallway, frantically trying to reach the bathroom before the tears really started to fall. that wouldn’t be a good look on her.
fired from a job
I know what if feels like to be dismissed. I know how that feels to be told, in one way or another, that your services, your face, your words are no longer wanted or needed in the building.
To be dismissed, is to be released. The fact of the matter is that this can be known as a negative word. But I don’t think it is. On occasion, it can be. As in, ” You’ve been released for the position. “
“You’re Dismissed”
Their cold eyes pierced mine and they looked at my unfinished work heartlessly.
“I-I’m not done,” I muttered apologetically, struggling under their glares.
Harriet was dismissed from her classroom and sent to the principles office… again.
“How unfair,” she though, “all i did was tie my shoe!”
“When will that child learn to stop being figity in my classroom,” wondered her teacher.
Harriet was always getting in trouble for the silliest of things. Just last week she had gotten in trouble for turning in her homework messy. Afterall it wasn’t her fault that it got wrinkled in her bag.
And she stood there, barely aware of what was going on. She held her breath deep inside as she watched the light pink sun fall below the horizon. Her breath fell heavy and short after a minute. She dismissed Jeffery and let him walk away. She imagined what had just happened, the touch of his hand the brush of his soft lips and that was it. The drowning, deepening pain settled in as she stroked her lips where there had once been love. The wind blew harder as darkness began. Pulling her sweater tighter around her thin body, she shut the door to the night’s cold air, and the love she could have had.
I had this job and now I dont’, the boss dismissed me. I have no idea why he let me go. I was doing such a good job too. I’m going to miss my coworkers very much. I hope my new job pays more money than this crazy job did. Good riddance I say. I don’t need this job anyway. How can he dismiss me so easily.
everything’s gone. i dismissed the thought. the painful memories needed to leave and i couldn’t bare to cry any longer, so let them all go. they fell away along with everything else i ever loved. that’s all i could do. there’s only so many tears a person can cry until they have to release the pain and cast the memories away.
BRIIIING! the bell went “class sit down!” yelled the teacher. “The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do.” If you dismiss us why do we have a bell???
Astor dismissed Tobias’s objections with a wave of his hand. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”
It was so like his old friend to completely disregard just how much could potentially go wrong in the phoenix’s marrying a mortal woman.
Toni slammed the classroom door behind her. Stupid Mrs. Hotchkins! Why did she even care wheter an essay was done in pen or not? Toni had worked night and day for over a week to finish that, and Hotchkins just dismissed it without even reading it?
Dismissed. She was dismissed from the classroom to go to the principal’s office. Her teacher did not know why and neither did she. She was very worried that he would find out what she did.
I have comed here from different sites wishing for another word than dismissed, but it’s the same. I don’t know what to say as I watch the purple bar rise and the time will be over in 3 2 1 0 …
to be dismissed from class, because you have a doctors appointment or a dentist appointment, or someplace more important and slightly more interesting than sitting in a desk for 12 hours. anything is better than than. including blood work and IVs.
When you have been dismissed you feel abstract, lost, devoid. Dismissal from punishment however could be considered a godsend a gift if you will. Dismissal from school is the moment of the day all high school students wait for, it is the beginning of summer everyday.
It reminds me of when I being dismissed in class. Usually I hate being dismissed because I’m rushing to finish my work, or I’m actually having fun doing something (most likely talking). Except for math class. I hate math class. I get so bored I literally start counting the dots on the ceiling. My teacher asked me what I was doing, and when I told her, she gave me a weird look. I think she thinks I have OCD. But I don’t care because it’s fun doing stuff like that in front of teachers. Especially when they don’t get the message.
she had been dismissed by all the persons she know, now she’s alone, waiting in the dark for something happens. Maybe waiting for death…
As she walked around the classroom, the dismissal bell rang. She went to her locker, then started walking home. But then the unthinkable happened. A van pulled up, and a sickly voice said “Would you like a ride, little girl”?
class dismissed. you are dismissed. if you don’t act quickly enough in the world today with your personal value proposition you will be dismissed. to hell with that. i believe in slow. think deep. take your time. get to know. whatever it is around you. look at the landscape. look before you leap. and then? leap with your whole heart. dismissal cannot be taken back easily. so don’t do it.
class dismissed. you are dismissed. if you don’t act quickly enough in the world today with your personal value proposition you will be dismissed. to hell with that. i believe i slow. take your time. get to know. look before you leap. dismissal cannot be taken back easily. only if it is really bad should anyone or anything be considered for dismissal, and then again, a look again might reveal something very interesting.
I was dismissed from class late, so I ran to my locker. BUt on the way there, I ran into HIMM. And soon I’m stuck there, like a deer in the head lights, staring at those beautiful eyes of his changing back and forth from blue to green and wondering what exactly i’m doing.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I first stepped into the office. The man behind the desk gave me a look that might look better if you were giving it to a snail without a shell – or one cracked down the back, like it was radiating out from the snail’s little heart. Broken chink pieces. I held the papers to my chest, and then finally took that little step forward that meant so much, to cross into the actual office instead of standing outside, and handed them in. Said, please.
And summariliy was dismissed.
And we leave together, arm in arm. My skin against your sleeve feels like a dream, and I waver in my pace to try to hold on for a moment, just a moment longer.
I couldn’t help but feel the winter beckon,” You are dismissed.” Through an eerie mist, quite convinced, I spent the evening waiting for spring. But it never came, and suddenly I was alone again.
I was as if he didn’t even care. She las lost now; broken, like a shattered mirror. She had laid everything on the line and he had completely dismissed it; dismissed her. She had no idea where to go from here. Everything was a blur. Her head started to feel fuzzy, and the world began to spin. She knew what was to come, and she let it wash over her. She fell to the ground as if in slow-mo. An empty shell of what she used to be.
We wrote letters of recommendation on fortune paper, stuffed them between the soles of our shoes and the laces of our breasts just to keep them from crinkling at the corners like so many of those promises you kept planting but never watering. We were seedless sustanence and beautiful–ripe for the picking and yet you couldn’t stand to see the dismissal in our gazes, green as the lush valleys of Eden. Now we’re all settled on a bar top somewhere in backwoods Kansas, sporting hot chile caresses and glassy pupils. Dismiss us now.