Dismissed is a pretty word. Purple red pink red red purple. Systematic and palindromic. I am dismissed from life. Have a holiday. Aloneness. Is that even a word? Pretty purple lettering. Watch it watch it.
we have all been dismissed, and shall be forever until there is no more. But that shouldn’t stop us, ever. Dismissal is the worst evil, for we need to accept everything we can, as to improve ourselves if and when possible. I have been dismissed as well, I am you.
She felt not pleased with her final results. It was a matter of time until she could realize how wrong she was. She needed faith in love and in herself.
School. Dismissal is the best part of the day. Finally, that 7 hour day is done and you dont have to sit anymore. That bell rings and you feel instant relief. The rest of the day belongs to you.
It wasn’t as though he was casting her off. That was cruel. No, he was simply choosing to dismiss her; pull her out of the stream of his daily life and move her to the pond of the every once in a while.
She was dismissed from the town but what that really ment was she was to be exicuted. None of the residents really knew where the people who were dismissed went except one. He was the man who had to uthinize these people. Exicute, dismiss, uthinize, they all really come down to one cold hard truth. Death.
imediately I think of being rejected and unwanted. A positive spin to it would imply being allowed to leave a room, as in being dismissed for recess as a child. There could be no better thing. Or it can be used as a polite way of leaving the table when you are a child, “May I be dismissed?”.
After class, when everything was all said and done, we were dismissed. It was a great feeling. Done for the day. I came to the conclusion that comparative politics wasn’t so bad. But biology on the other hand..God no.
lexy was dismissed from school for the rest of the week beause of tiffany minney and that is not fair. but now she gets to sleepover because of that. so in a way it was good.
I’m passionate about these feelings. I wanted nothing more to put my arms around you and hold you. Just be thankful for your presence. To you, I was nothing more than just ‘that girl’ but you were a galaxy to me. You WERE the fireworks that people talked about.
She had made him laugh and she had made him weep and yet now she stood before him and he could retrieve no emotion after what she had done. He dismissed her summarily which she took as a pill and an affront of huge magnitude…
A panda. A panda in a window seat. On an aeroplane. Heading to oblivion. Heading for an oblivion that I needed. With every part of me. An oblivion denied. To all, but, fleetingly, was mine. Now it is the panda’s. The panda flees. Takes to the skies. Alone. Without me.
Dismissed. Man this is a hard word. Sometimes, when I hurt my wrist, I dismiss school and go to the doctors instead to get it checked out. That helped my wrist a lot that one time I did it. Crap this one is difficult. Anyways, I like when we are dismissed from school because then I can be home and sleep and I love sleep.
Whenever I hear the word dismissed I am filled with memories of the end of school days. I remember I would always look forward to being dismissed by my teachers and hearing the sound of the bell signaling the end of a day. But now that I am a senior in high school, I know that my days are numbered of hearing its interesting sound….
Whenever I think of being dismissed I have memories of when school ending. That feeling of anxiousness… waiting for the bell to ring. It’s funny though now that I am a senior in high school I know I am going to miss its sound…
She wasn’t the sort of person who had long ago mastered that peculiar piercing stare that could not be looked at and simply dismissed. Green eyes, hawk nose, tall stature, wavy dark hair–everything about her was imposing, disapproving. She was not a person to be trifled with. Striking fear into the hearts of others was possibly her favorite activity in the dog-eat-dog corporate jungle of savagery that she had easily claimed for her own. Even simple acts like filing her nails in boredom at her desk was akin to a beast sharpening its claws in the side of some unfortunate tree.
She was a creature to be respected and avoided at all costs.
The feeling of being dismissed is much like the raw emotion of rejection. Even though many try to avoid this feeling, people seem faced with it in almost every other situation.
dismissed…You are dismissed class. I’m the teacher, I dismiss you, NOT THE BELL. Dismissing someone = dissing somone…dissing isn’t nice at all. One should never dismiss someone if they have the choice to listen instead. teachers can be scumbags.
he didnt get it. How could that word… that ONE, simple, little word; change his life so much: dismissed? People had left him before, but this time? It was different. It was harder.
the teacher finished her quick summary of the homework for that night right as the bell rang.
“alright everyone, class is dismissed” she turned to clean the
Dismiss these words, that people thrust at you as an attack to your build. Dismiss society that attacks your morality, that pushes you into turning good into evil because of self interested aristocrats. Just dismiss the world, embrace mankind.
You’ve gotta get out of here or else we’ll tell just about everyone nearly all of the mistakes you’ve made since you last took the time to go about burning up a good chunk of life’s last wishes and dreams just to have a good time.
I was dismissed. Done. Over. What was I going to tell Ana? Where would we go? What would we do? What about the baby? We were already six months behind on our morgage payments.. how could this happen? Dismissed. Amazing how such a simple word can alter your life so drastically.
they dismissed him
just marched straight into his office
and told him he was no longer needed
no explanation given
and before he had time to draw breath
to launch into a hundred questions
as to why
they had disconnected his phone,
closed off his email account,
shoved his stuff in a cardboard box
and had security
march him out the door.
I had never been the type to get in trouble. I stayed away from all of it. But she dragged me in. She kissed my cheek. She was my best friend. I didn’t realize how much she meant to me. But Ive been through hell for her. The bar was as loud as the dance floor. But the bartender was much sweeter. He smiled slyly and I was in love.
The second the bell rang, we were immediately dismissed from class. The hallways were crowded, people pushing past in a haste to get to where they were going.
It hadn’t always been this way. I wasn’t always this cold. My blood didnt always poor from my body as fluid as this. I felt so alone. I had been dismissed. And now I will die because of it. The world is a cruel place. I hate this feeling. He killed me. Its all over now.
Catherine, swallowing her tears, had begun to pack up her belongings. What used to be the best job imaginable became a living hell within those few minutes. With her coworkers and boss seeing her “stunt”, she’d never be able to live it down.
it means being told to leave. Your purpose and job is unnecessary at that point, and you’re unwanted. Although you may be told to return at one point in the nearby future, yet at that point in time you are left to take pride in your completed success or wallow in the pity that you’ve failed.
The stern headmistress eyed the speck of rebellion over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses. “I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson, Mr. Cartwright, rest-assured, if it were not your father on the school board, you would no longer be attending this fine establishment.”
The young boy scuffed his dress shoes against the thin carpet of the headmistress’ office. He didn’t dare look up from the scuff marks to meet the furious gaze he knew was burning down at him. “Yes, ma’am.” He whispered.
“You are dismissed!” She snapped.
He swallowed the sniffle that threatened to be escape. “T-thank you.” He gingerly slid off the cushioned chair and limped towards the door with the frosted glass pane. His hand had just grasped the brass knob when he heard her speak again.
“Therris, what on earth were you thinking?”
He rubbed his nose on his shoulder. “I was thinking I wanted to make you proud, Mama.”
And then she was moving out from behind the desk and wrapping him in her warm, safe arms. He sighed, releasing the doorknob as she cuddled him close. A moment later, he felt the faint tingle of her healing energy and his body went limp her arms as the leg injury was healed, along with several other hidden injuries. He felt hot tears trickle down his face and into the crook of her elbow as she held him close and whispered soothing nonsense in his ear.
He dismissed the thoughts. Now was not the time to deal with those mind consuming and trivial ideas. He slid the blade from its sheath, and walked into the open arena. He knew that success would be his so long as he remains focused.
Martha sat in tears. Her boss looked at her, unrelenting. “I’m sorry,” he told her, “but with this economy, we’ve had to let people go. I’m afraid you’ve been dismissed.” Martha sobbed.
“But I won’t be able to take care of my mother- she’s in the Hospital!” Mr. Zunouski couldn’t meet her eyes.
Ryan wonders how Jon can dismiss him so easily, dismiss them so easily. He doesn’t think their whole relationship can be boiled down to a few rushed kisses and some misplaced feelings and touches that Jon later calls experimenting or blames on a pre-twenty-five, quarter life crisis.
When I walked to the center of the room, there waiting, I found, was the most unexpected glimmer of hope, sitting there, pensive. I dismissed the thought that apart from my assumptions there could be something more to the tilt of his head toward me as I approached him.
Dismissed is a pretty word. Purple red pink red red purple. Systematic and palindromic. I am dismissed from life. Have a holiday. Aloneness. Is that even a word? Pretty purple lettering. Watch it watch it.
we have all been dismissed, and shall be forever until there is no more. But that shouldn’t stop us, ever. Dismissal is the worst evil, for we need to accept everything we can, as to improve ourselves if and when possible. I have been dismissed as well, I am you.
She felt not pleased with her final results. It was a matter of time until she could realize how wrong she was. She needed faith in love and in herself.
School. Dismissal is the best part of the day. Finally, that 7 hour day is done and you dont have to sit anymore. That bell rings and you feel instant relief. The rest of the day belongs to you.
It wasn’t as though he was casting her off. That was cruel. No, he was simply choosing to dismiss her; pull her out of the stream of his daily life and move her to the pond of the every once in a while.
You are out, it’s over now. nothing else there, no second chances and the first and last impression you will give.
dismissed.
conflict.
stop this.
correct.
distilled.
distressed.
stop this.
possess.
confess.
stop this.
process.
accomplice.
stop this.
temptress.
lost.
She was dismissed from the town but what that really ment was she was to be exicuted. None of the residents really knew where the people who were dismissed went except one. He was the man who had to uthinize these people. Exicute, dismiss, uthinize, they all really come down to one cold hard truth. Death.
imediately I think of being rejected and unwanted. A positive spin to it would imply being allowed to leave a room, as in being dismissed for recess as a child. There could be no better thing. Or it can be used as a polite way of leaving the table when you are a child, “May I be dismissed?”.
After class, when everything was all said and done, we were dismissed. It was a great feeling. Done for the day. I came to the conclusion that comparative politics wasn’t so bad. But biology on the other hand..God no.
hey i always hear bout’ this word like im homeschooled and i think teachers say class dismissed but i think dismissed is a stupid word… so yeah…
lexy was dismissed from school for the rest of the week beause of tiffany minney and that is not fair. but now she gets to sleepover because of that. so in a way it was good.
I’m passionate about these feelings. I wanted nothing more to put my arms around you and hold you. Just be thankful for your presence. To you, I was nothing more than just ‘that girl’ but you were a galaxy to me. You WERE the fireworks that people talked about.
She had made him laugh and she had made him weep and yet now she stood before him and he could retrieve no emotion after what she had done. He dismissed her summarily which she took as a pill and an affront of huge magnitude…
A panda. A panda in a window seat. On an aeroplane. Heading to oblivion. Heading for an oblivion that I needed. With every part of me. An oblivion denied. To all, but, fleetingly, was mine. Now it is the panda’s. The panda flees. Takes to the skies. Alone. Without me.
Dismissed. Man this is a hard word. Sometimes, when I hurt my wrist, I dismiss school and go to the doctors instead to get it checked out. That helped my wrist a lot that one time I did it. Crap this one is difficult. Anyways, I like when we are dismissed from school because then I can be home and sleep and I love sleep.
Whenever I hear the word dismissed I am filled with memories of the end of school days. I remember I would always look forward to being dismissed by my teachers and hearing the sound of the bell signaling the end of a day. But now that I am a senior in high school, I know that my days are numbered of hearing its interesting sound….
Whenever I think of being dismissed I have memories of when school ending. That feeling of anxiousness… waiting for the bell to ring. It’s funny though now that I am a senior in high school I know I am going to miss its sound…
She wasn’t the sort of person who had long ago mastered that peculiar piercing stare that could not be looked at and simply dismissed. Green eyes, hawk nose, tall stature, wavy dark hair–everything about her was imposing, disapproving. She was not a person to be trifled with. Striking fear into the hearts of others was possibly her favorite activity in the dog-eat-dog corporate jungle of savagery that she had easily claimed for her own. Even simple acts like filing her nails in boredom at her desk was akin to a beast sharpening its claws in the side of some unfortunate tree.
She was a creature to be respected and avoided at all costs.
The feeling of being dismissed is much like the raw emotion of rejection. Even though many try to avoid this feeling, people seem faced with it in almost every other situation.
dismissed…You are dismissed class. I’m the teacher, I dismiss you, NOT THE BELL. Dismissing someone = dissing somone…dissing isn’t nice at all. One should never dismiss someone if they have the choice to listen instead. teachers can be scumbags.
he didnt get it. How could that word… that ONE, simple, little word; change his life so much: dismissed? People had left him before, but this time? It was different. It was harder.
dismissed
freedom.
the teacher finished her quick summary of the homework for that night right as the bell rang.
“alright everyone, class is dismissed” she turned to clean the
Dismiss these words, that people thrust at you as an attack to your build. Dismiss society that attacks your morality, that pushes you into turning good into evil because of self interested aristocrats. Just dismiss the world, embrace mankind.
You’ve gotta get out of here or else we’ll tell just about everyone nearly all of the mistakes you’ve made since you last took the time to go about burning up a good chunk of life’s last wishes and dreams just to have a good time.
I was dismissed. Done. Over. What was I going to tell Ana? Where would we go? What would we do? What about the baby? We were already six months behind on our morgage payments.. how could this happen? Dismissed. Amazing how such a simple word can alter your life so drastically.
they dismissed him
just marched straight into his office
and told him he was no longer needed
no explanation given
and before he had time to draw breath
to launch into a hundred questions
as to why
they had disconnected his phone,
closed off his email account,
shoved his stuff in a cardboard box
and had security
march him out the door.
I had never been the type to get in trouble. I stayed away from all of it. But she dragged me in. She kissed my cheek. She was my best friend. I didn’t realize how much she meant to me. But Ive been through hell for her. The bar was as loud as the dance floor. But the bartender was much sweeter. He smiled slyly and I was in love.
The second the bell rang, we were immediately dismissed from class. The hallways were crowded, people pushing past in a haste to get to where they were going.
It hadn’t always been this way. I wasn’t always this cold. My blood didnt always poor from my body as fluid as this. I felt so alone. I had been dismissed. And now I will die because of it. The world is a cruel place. I hate this feeling. He killed me. Its all over now.
Catherine, swallowing her tears, had begun to pack up her belongings. What used to be the best job imaginable became a living hell within those few minutes. With her coworkers and boss seeing her “stunt”, she’d never be able to live it down.
it means being told to leave. Your purpose and job is unnecessary at that point, and you’re unwanted. Although you may be told to return at one point in the nearby future, yet at that point in time you are left to take pride in your completed success or wallow in the pity that you’ve failed.
The stern headmistress eyed the speck of rebellion over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses. “I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson, Mr. Cartwright, rest-assured, if it were not your father on the school board, you would no longer be attending this fine establishment.”
The young boy scuffed his dress shoes against the thin carpet of the headmistress’ office. He didn’t dare look up from the scuff marks to meet the furious gaze he knew was burning down at him. “Yes, ma’am.” He whispered.
“You are dismissed!” She snapped.
He swallowed the sniffle that threatened to be escape. “T-thank you.” He gingerly slid off the cushioned chair and limped towards the door with the frosted glass pane. His hand had just grasped the brass knob when he heard her speak again.
“Therris, what on earth were you thinking?”
He rubbed his nose on his shoulder. “I was thinking I wanted to make you proud, Mama.”
And then she was moving out from behind the desk and wrapping him in her warm, safe arms. He sighed, releasing the doorknob as she cuddled him close. A moment later, he felt the faint tingle of her healing energy and his body went limp her arms as the leg injury was healed, along with several other hidden injuries. He felt hot tears trickle down his face and into the crook of her elbow as she held him close and whispered soothing nonsense in his ear.
“Mama…”
He shrugged his shoulders in an indifferent dismissal. Pointless gestures and words of condolences were unnecessary, this was simply the end.
He dismissed the thoughts. Now was not the time to deal with those mind consuming and trivial ideas. He slid the blade from its sheath, and walked into the open arena. He knew that success would be his so long as he remains focused.
Martha sat in tears. Her boss looked at her, unrelenting. “I’m sorry,” he told her, “but with this economy, we’ve had to let people go. I’m afraid you’ve been dismissed.” Martha sobbed.
“But I won’t be able to take care of my mother- she’s in the Hospital!” Mr. Zunouski couldn’t meet her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Ryan wonders how Jon can dismiss him so easily, dismiss them so easily. He doesn’t think their whole relationship can be boiled down to a few rushed kisses and some misplaced feelings and touches that Jon later calls experimenting or blames on a pre-twenty-five, quarter life crisis.
When I walked to the center of the room, there waiting, I found, was the most unexpected glimmer of hope, sitting there, pensive. I dismissed the thought that apart from my assumptions there could be something more to the tilt of his head toward me as I approached him.