It was a strange concept but an interesting one, the world was confused by it yet entranced It confused and amazed in the most strange of possibilities
The leader of a school. Or the principles in which you lead your life like morals, there are certain principles i follow. i think everyone should have some pricniples of their own. helps them stay organzied.
I had the worst time of my life in middle school, I couldn’t handle it anymore. Everybody was so ignorant and abusive, it made me sick. I was depressed almost all the time. Nobody did anything, and the shy and “weird” kids were being attacked and nothing was preventing it. The principal at the time had a daughter at the school, and she was the more abusive of all.
The principal aspect of loving someone hasn’t been knocking around my head for a while, but ever since I took a drag of this orchid I found at a park near my childhood, things seem to be going in a different direction.
I do not like principal’s at my schools.
They are usually just .. not-likable.
I hope I am using the right principal and not confusing
this with principle. Lol.
What else?
Oh time is finishedddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.
It’s like being in school, with a social hierarchy complete with a plastic princess at the top of the cheer pyramid and you and your shitty style of dress at the very bottom with the brown-bag tuna sandwich lunches. You realize with a jolt that high school will never end, that you’ll be the same brace-face decked out in plaid, unconfident and unable to attract any semblance of attention from the opposite sex. You go to sleep and dream of slicing your abdomen open, removing the clotted fat and maybe even your own insides, anything to make you beautiful.
It was the principle of being a principal. An edict of the worthy that strolled in and out of his office everyday. Mark had known for a long time that his calling would be administration. He just wished he didn’t have to administer little fuckheads throughout his hum drum days. Always hoping for better but expecting worse. He felt as though he needed a change.
My old principal used to be Farrell Rigby. He was a character, I’ll tell you. I’ve never met a man like him. In a good way, of course. I loved him! I miss him a lot now that I’m at a different school :(
principals or principal? i always hated my principals in high school. can’t think. stupid principals. principal of the matter. principals are important. principals are morals. if you don’t have morals, where are you? nowhere. we are all nowhere anyway. find yourself. create yourself. examine the world.
the prinicpal of life is to grow. beyound yourself. seek meaning in things that dont have meaning, take something without value and convince yourself and others whats its vaue is. state of mind is principa. its the love around you, all created by convincing yourself that has meaning whther it does or doesnt.
My principal aim was to help them, but somehow I missed the mark as usual. I tried to reach out to grab them, but as I did the branch broke and in fact they fell down to a worse place than before. I think they might have been able to recover but then I fell down on top, taking everything with me.
principle office with a big oak door
makes me shake as i reach
for the big brass knob on this big oak door
waiting to learn disipline he’s to teach
breath taking moment when the door goes ajar
and for a moment i hear a faint voice
i wish i could run and get out of this place
but to enter is my only choice
Principal,the word reminded me of a quote by Stephen Covey-“The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing”. I guess we could say that this can be a principal guideline to principals around the world, who are in charge of our children-our future generations. The children are the main thing. Please keep them in mind-always!
Undecided for the principal reason that I first came here remember when we were younger remember when it all seemed clear. Remember when it was arced like some great tragedy remember when I made bad poems to make sense out of of you and me.
That’s the one principal girls have to follow. “Don’t date guys that have been in a relationship with your best friend”. I mean it’s probably the oldest rule in the book, and everyone still goes by it. Well unless your Tracy Hornbacker, she’s a true back stabbing bitch.
Some people believe that government is based on morality. I beg to differ. Morality is too subjective to be limited by something as prone to error as law. If the government can stop people from hurting one another physically, I think it’s done it’s job.
I’d tell you I love you, and mean it but, I can’t. It’s the principal of the thing really. If I tell you, no matter how much truth the statement holds, it is the end. We will never be able to progress farther than that. Love is the strongest thing after all.
Oh those principals. A pain for teachers. A pain for students. Except how would the school run without them? They have such a crummy job, but a good principal is so invaluable to having things run smoothly. There are always good parts and bad parts about any principal, or any person at all, for that matter.
My principal is probable the best we have ever had. She kicks major ass when she goes down the hall. Sometime I can’t believe that she tackles a guy in the cafeteria. She is probably my hero from my school. Crazy.
and then things change they move slowly and then fast again they bring joy as well as the unlikable tears and anger moments together won’t be the same as they used to be as much as i want them to be as much as i secretly hope or not so secretly hope for them to be but i must keep telling myself of the principle of the unrelenting strength i must hold myself to. you cannot break me, not again.
this is a person at a school who governs the students. They are usually really mean. If you are bad you get sent to their office. Don’t go there you will not come back!
warning to all children. So this person is awful
he was tall, and rocked back and forward on the balls of his feet. he singled me out, in every crowd, ridiculed me and broke me. i will hate my highschool principal until the day i die
the word principal reminds me of elementary school. i remember singing the pledge of america in the speakers the day i was picked and my principal said she was happy, even though i was so nervous i was shaking:)
The principal of the school stomped down the hallway, staring down the students with his hatred filled gaze. Students averted their eyes away from his, fearing his wrath, as he made his way to the restroom, newspaper in hand, ready for his doing.
i think of nothing as the principal stares at me. i want to tell her i didn’t do it but i also am trying not to lie these days. its seems that there is just too much behind the scenes and not enough empathy in the room to explain my way out of this situation…
He didn’t give me enough time, and he knew it. That’s why he was laughing as I set out on my impossible quest—there was no way I could do everything in time.
Anger clenched my stomach. If he thought that he had just successfully set me up to fail, he had another thing coming. I would come back first, triumphant, grinning, reveling in every single moment of his subsequent outrage. I would force him to learn several painful lessons about myself when I came back ahead of schedule, the principal one being never even attempt to sabotage me. It will only embarrass you in the end.
I had a principal once. His name was Mr. Keys. He was my kindergarten principal. At the school where I had a teacher that abused me. She would grab me by my arms and say, “Are you just stupid?” because I couldn’t read yet. She’s slam the books on my desk and yell at me for being tired. She scared the shit out of me daily and I regret not knowing better to report her.
IT wasn’t long before the clock would finally strike the hour at hand. her hands fidgeted and played with the engraved pen she was given when she first was promoted. had she ever been up to this… it was the first day of school. would it be her last?
not the same as pinciple, the principal is your pal. Get it? Princi-pal. That’s what my school teachers told me. The principal isn’t to be feared. The principal is your buddy, one you can talk to about anything. One you could trust. That’s how they got you to tell the truth.
Her hooded eyes are narrowed suspiciously as she regards me. I’m aware that I’m in absolutely no situation to bargain, but I straighten my mussed hair self-importantly and try my best to sound aloof and superior as I ask, “And why do you think I’m going to trust you?”
She gives me a condescending smile, like I’m the most adorable little fool she’s had the misfortune of ever meeting. “Because, idiot”, she hisses. “I don’t kill on principle.”
principals. god its so hard to spell that word sometimes. it’s like: is it pricipal or principles? which one even means which, im not sure. it’s also one of those words that your finger shave to jump all over the keyboard to write. plugh. either way, i remember the last time i ever went to the principals office. i was called in when i’d witnessed a “crime” among children. lol. it was really for nothing in particular. ut it was so intimidating, being in the presence of supposedly the most powerful figure i the whole school. suddenly i had to be so much more polite.
Again? The third time. No, I’m going to write about principle instead. But the rules said for principal. Now I’m confused. Should I follow what the rules said and keep on writing principal? Or do I follow my instinct and keep on babbling about this? Or starting to write about principle? Wait, time is r
The principal of my high school is in charge of defending the vast treasures that Michael White had hidden in the Michael White Adobe.
My friend Austin and I found the secret entrance while on a jog one day.
I will find it before he finds me.
It was a strange concept but an interesting one, the world was confused by it yet entranced It confused and amazed in the most strange of possibilities
The leader of a school. Or the principles in which you lead your life like morals, there are certain principles i follow. i think everyone should have some pricniples of their own. helps them stay organzied.
I had the worst time of my life in middle school, I couldn’t handle it anymore. Everybody was so ignorant and abusive, it made me sick. I was depressed almost all the time. Nobody did anything, and the shy and “weird” kids were being attacked and nothing was preventing it. The principal at the time had a daughter at the school, and she was the more abusive of all.
Authority is a fallacy. Freedom is unique. We can’t expect freedom for half and slavery for the rest. It is unjust, cruel, and manipulative.
The principal aspect of loving someone hasn’t been knocking around my head for a while, but ever since I took a drag of this orchid I found at a park near my childhood, things seem to be going in a different direction.
I do not like principal’s at my schools.
They are usually just .. not-likable.
I hope I am using the right principal and not confusing
this with principle. Lol.
What else?
Oh time is finishedddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.
It’s like being in school, with a social hierarchy complete with a plastic princess at the top of the cheer pyramid and you and your shitty style of dress at the very bottom with the brown-bag tuna sandwich lunches. You realize with a jolt that high school will never end, that you’ll be the same brace-face decked out in plaid, unconfident and unable to attract any semblance of attention from the opposite sex. You go to sleep and dream of slicing your abdomen open, removing the clotted fat and maybe even your own insides, anything to make you beautiful.
Businessman said with
glee, “You need a principal
Investment to start.”
“Have a seat with me.
The Market will be your new
best friend, you old fart.”
“Your money is safe.
Please don’t fear. Let’s buy some shares
Of that store Wal-Mart.”
It was the principle of being a principal. An edict of the worthy that strolled in and out of his office everyday. Mark had known for a long time that his calling would be administration. He just wished he didn’t have to administer little fuckheads throughout his hum drum days. Always hoping for better but expecting worse. He felt as though he needed a change.
My old principal used to be Farrell Rigby. He was a character, I’ll tell you. I’ve never met a man like him. In a good way, of course. I loved him! I miss him a lot now that I’m at a different school :(
principals or principal? i always hated my principals in high school. can’t think. stupid principals. principal of the matter. principals are important. principals are morals. if you don’t have morals, where are you? nowhere. we are all nowhere anyway. find yourself. create yourself. examine the world.
the prinicpal of life is to grow. beyound yourself. seek meaning in things that dont have meaning, take something without value and convince yourself and others whats its vaue is. state of mind is principa. its the love around you, all created by convincing yourself that has meaning whther it does or doesnt.
GEt On My Nerves WHy DO We Even Have Them AT School THey Are LIke Parents Give You And You Suppose To Follw Them :/
My principal aim was to help them, but somehow I missed the mark as usual. I tried to reach out to grab them, but as I did the branch broke and in fact they fell down to a worse place than before. I think they might have been able to recover but then I fell down on top, taking everything with me.
I dont LIke Them
principle office with a big oak door
makes me shake as i reach
for the big brass knob on this big oak door
waiting to learn disipline he’s to teach
breath taking moment when the door goes ajar
and for a moment i hear a faint voice
i wish i could run and get out of this place
but to enter is my only choice
Principal,the word reminded me of a quote by Stephen Covey-“The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing”. I guess we could say that this can be a principal guideline to principals around the world, who are in charge of our children-our future generations. The children are the main thing. Please keep them in mind-always!
Undecided for the principal reason that I first came here remember when we were younger remember when it all seemed clear. Remember when it was arced like some great tragedy remember when I made bad poems to make sense out of of you and me.
That’s the one principal girls have to follow. “Don’t date guys that have been in a relationship with your best friend”. I mean it’s probably the oldest rule in the book, and everyone still goes by it. Well unless your Tracy Hornbacker, she’s a true back stabbing bitch.
Some people believe that government is based on morality. I beg to differ. Morality is too subjective to be limited by something as prone to error as law. If the government can stop people from hurting one another physically, I think it’s done it’s job.
I’d tell you I love you, and mean it but, I can’t. It’s the principal of the thing really. If I tell you, no matter how much truth the statement holds, it is the end. We will never be able to progress farther than that. Love is the strongest thing after all.
hartwick
school mrs lash tc knapp best years of my life parties costumes no drama stress free loved that mean principal mr gregoire hate high school
Oh those principals. A pain for teachers. A pain for students. Except how would the school run without them? They have such a crummy job, but a good principal is so invaluable to having things run smoothly. There are always good parts and bad parts about any principal, or any person at all, for that matter.
My principal is probable the best we have ever had. She kicks major ass when she goes down the hall. Sometime I can’t believe that she tackles a guy in the cafeteria. She is probably my hero from my school. Crazy.
and then things change they move slowly and then fast again they bring joy as well as the unlikable tears and anger moments together won’t be the same as they used to be as much as i want them to be as much as i secretly hope or not so secretly hope for them to be but i must keep telling myself of the principle of the unrelenting strength i must hold myself to. you cannot break me, not again.
this is a person at a school who governs the students. They are usually really mean. If you are bad you get sent to their office. Don’t go there you will not come back!
warning to all children. So this person is awful
he was tall, and rocked back and forward on the balls of his feet. he singled me out, in every crowd, ridiculed me and broke me. i will hate my highschool principal until the day i die
the word principal reminds me of elementary school. i remember singing the pledge of america in the speakers the day i was picked and my principal said she was happy, even though i was so nervous i was shaking:)
The principal of the school stomped down the hallway, staring down the students with his hatred filled gaze. Students averted their eyes away from his, fearing his wrath, as he made his way to the restroom, newspaper in hand, ready for his doing.
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i think of nothing as the principal stares at me. i want to tell her i didn’t do it but i also am trying not to lie these days. its seems that there is just too much behind the scenes and not enough empathy in the room to explain my way out of this situation…
He didn’t give me enough time, and he knew it. That’s why he was laughing as I set out on my impossible quest—there was no way I could do everything in time.
Anger clenched my stomach. If he thought that he had just successfully set me up to fail, he had another thing coming. I would come back first, triumphant, grinning, reveling in every single moment of his subsequent outrage. I would force him to learn several painful lessons about myself when I came back ahead of schedule, the principal one being never even attempt to sabotage me. It will only embarrass you in the end.
I had a principal once. His name was Mr. Keys. He was my kindergarten principal. At the school where I had a teacher that abused me. She would grab me by my arms and say, “Are you just stupid?” because I couldn’t read yet. She’s slam the books on my desk and yell at me for being tired. She scared the shit out of me daily and I regret not knowing better to report her.
IT wasn’t long before the clock would finally strike the hour at hand. her hands fidgeted and played with the engraved pen she was given when she first was promoted. had she ever been up to this… it was the first day of school. would it be her last?
not the same as pinciple, the principal is your pal. Get it? Princi-pal. That’s what my school teachers told me. The principal isn’t to be feared. The principal is your buddy, one you can talk to about anything. One you could trust. That’s how they got you to tell the truth.
Her hooded eyes are narrowed suspiciously as she regards me. I’m aware that I’m in absolutely no situation to bargain, but I straighten my mussed hair self-importantly and try my best to sound aloof and superior as I ask, “And why do you think I’m going to trust you?”
She gives me a condescending smile, like I’m the most adorable little fool she’s had the misfortune of ever meeting. “Because, idiot”, she hisses. “I don’t kill on principle.”
a matter of governing, a manner of being.
principals. god its so hard to spell that word sometimes. it’s like: is it pricipal or principles? which one even means which, im not sure. it’s also one of those words that your finger shave to jump all over the keyboard to write. plugh. either way, i remember the last time i ever went to the principals office. i was called in when i’d witnessed a “crime” among children. lol. it was really for nothing in particular. ut it was so intimidating, being in the presence of supposedly the most powerful figure i the whole school. suddenly i had to be so much more polite.
Again? The third time. No, I’m going to write about principle instead. But the rules said for principal. Now I’m confused. Should I follow what the rules said and keep on writing principal? Or do I follow my instinct and keep on babbling about this? Or starting to write about principle? Wait, time is r