school. art school. rules. grammar rules. grammar school. teachers. students. kids. kindergarten. crayons. mean. old. wrinkles. yelling. loud. punishment. detention. in school suspension.
cassidyrose lanza
Principal again? What, is there any other words, like maybe principle? Is it so hard for this website to throw a different word? Fine, I’ll write about a principal, provided I have enough time. Wait, look, it’s running out….TIME IS RUNNING OUT… oh, I’m near the end, it’s going, itl
Susan
The principal of this school was mad. She was really mad. Words are meant to be written on paper, following a correct order of carefully written patterns. Words are not meant to be typed out on screen of the computer. Like this. The principal does not approve. She does not approve at all
Susan
She was tall, she stood with her back straight, and she wore the same shoes everyday.
Sadly she also wore the same shoes, those ratty leather things with ribbons like a schoolgirl, at night, so she never had any secrets from me. The head of academe, also giving head in fishnet stockings.
school. when i grew up I went to a catholic school and my principal had a shoulder twitch that I would mock her about when her back was turned. Acting like my shoulder was twitching so hard it threw me across the hallway. The walls were the color of mint chocolate ice scream.
Cole
Smith had never met the principal.
He had always been a quiet, middle of the classroom, hand-up to answer questions only when it was compulsory, and “present” during role call the only words he spoke during class – kind of lad.
Now he had a date with the the master. the head. the ”Boss” as the others liked to call the toweringly tall, imposing but mysteriously absent man, few of them had ever met.
I have no principles, no motives, no reason to carry on. The lingering past must vanish for the present to develop into the future. All that ever was blows away with the wind.
Principal-the leader of a school. sometimes th emost inspiring person in the school. i have had wonderful principal throughout my life. they had good hearts and good spirits. jrghfhgkzfhgfnglfngljfnkldfhnkfdnbdfkgn,fnhb,mdfhb,mfznbkjgdhhjhbjczx.kgghxhvnv,cxvfhgfbkvg lxf/ ug
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Kealie Burr
A principal. One who leads a school or educational entity. Or, something that one agrees with or stands by. A moral.
Lindsay Fletcher
i have had a lot of principals but my favorites were always my principals from elementary school. they were mrs.mathis and ms. davenport. they were amazing and i am really sad that they retired last year.
Kealie Burr
She had never been called to the principal’s office before. A straight-A student, she was one of the good girls.
“I hope I haven’t been a bad girl, Sir,” she whispered to him as he stood before her, with a stern look on her face.
“Oh, you’ve been very bad, young lady,” he said. “And you’re going to have to be punished.”
The last year of my elementary school life, our principal Mrs. Stewart retired. We made a play acting out important events in her life. One of the events was her meeting her husband. It’s the only part of the play I remember. I think our school wasn’t ever quite the same after that year. I never went back so I can’t know for sure. Our sixth grade teachers Mr. Sedberry and Mrs. Keim kept saying they might retire that year too, because students nowadays weren’t the same anymore. They had posters going across the wall, each of a class they have had; each year the students would sign it. It went up to a large number. I wish I’d stayed on the last day of class, when we were given the option to go home early. I missed their tradition of taking down the turtle from the clock. Instead Mom and I went to McDonald’s for lunch and had Filet-o-Fish. I think. Or that might have been the last day of some other school year. Now the students have uniforms. I hear all the old teachers are gone. But I saw Mr. Burton, walking by the lake once. “Keep up the good work,” he always said.
The principal matter of interest is the one principal attraction of personal introspection. It is I, primary, colorblocked, first, important, principal in self concerns, that principally matters. Primarily, I prime myself for prestige, but my principal pursuit is simply being.
Its the principal of the thing. This means that if something is right then do it! don’t try to avoid, procrasinat put off or forget. Just do it because it is the right thing to do
The teacher of teachers, the boss, the one in charge, the overseer, a figurehead at the top of the school system, the intimidating force in many young lives
Lucy
Principals of life are very simple. Be happy and strive to become a better person. Be kind to anybody you bump into no matter how they react, they are people like everybody and else and might need some kindness to brighten up their day. If people follow these principles life could be better.
Aerrol Ampeloquio
He sat there, staring down at me. Yet another day trapped in his office. The secretary avoided my eye contact knowing that making it with me would be futile, and laughing with me would only reward her with the grumpy gaze and a few harsh words from the principle.
Anella
Principal. The rules. I can never decide what rules I’m supposed to follow, trying to find myself and discover the world. Do I agree? Do I conform? Do I create without merit? Oh, principal…what rules do I follow?
Jordan
My principal from middle school and from third grade on loved me. I was the star student in every class. I did everything I was told and more. I felt like I was totally loved and would be successful. Freshman year, I doubted that but now I am the editor in chief of an award winning yearbook and I am so proud of myself
Blake
Principal; something of the highest rank or value. Not to be confused with principle; a rule or moral of high regard. Both are equally important. One setting what one values most, like life, while the other sets the rules and guidelines to be followed. Two things working together harmoniously for the better.
One day, I got called into the principal’s office due to an event I was in. The principal was very rude and didn’t let me talk. The principal was such a douche! I can’t believe it! Man, I wish I had a different principal.
Rena
His principal priority when dating women was to find the perfect wife. And he eventually did. She just wasn’t the perfect mother.
I thought of him as the principal of the world and only at midnight, when the life outside my house was quiet, did I realise how wrong I was to think that.
She sits in her office. Pompous and proud. Snooty and strong. Who knows her worries, really? Walk around the office and smell her old woman smell. Mystery life she lives.
Leslie
i can’t decide
is good sex worth friendship
she’s not a friend.
he treats me more kindly
we have more fun
without acid
and we dance to better music
and collect better people together
is it the principal?
or is everything just fine
ryan duncan
Driving through the small village, a dog jumping to avoid my swerving car, I realised that I didn’t care, that arriving at a brick wall with my faculties intact would be the one principal on which I could base my life. And for which I would die. The knowledge that I died knowing what I was doing.
It’s really the principle of the thing. You don’t say shit like that. What is it really gonna do. Think about how you sound like apiece of shit right now because you talking shift. Honestly
Emma
There is no principal, only a headmaster. And that headmaster happens to be my dad.
It’s a fantastic life, you see, going to school where your dad can monitor you constantly. Honestly, it’s not that bad. Dad’s a good headmaster, and I don’t have to obey him to begin with. ‘Cuz he’s a Solaris, and I’m a Solaris, and that’s about as far as the relationship goes right now.
Once upon a time, I was walking around school, when suddenly, BAM! Everything froze, even me. My principal walked out of his office, holding this strange gun thing. He looked at me, looking horrified. “Oh god.” He said. “I am sorry. I was testing out my time gun.” Then the Doctor appeared and whisked me away. <3
derpette
ghghf
ryan
I walk into class, late again. The teacher loses her temper, I do the walk of shame to the principals office, down the hall. My palms sweat, my brows twitch. I try to think of an excuse. I hope she won’t be in her office. Up the stairs I go. The class rooms are all silent, as if waiting in suspense. My steps echo against the tile floors of the hall. I get ready to knock on the door, I raise my fist, and I bang it on the door. It swings open, silent as death, there she stands. “Piper Thompson, good morning. Come inside.” does she smile viciously, like she’s waiting to tear me to shreds, or is it just a trick of the light? I enter the room, and the door locks behind me.
An annoying rich usually older woman. Not very cool, unless your lucky. Pretty scary. But hey! Thats what their there for..
Taylor Mantey
No one knows the difference between a principal and a principle. How is it that the English language left us with such a similarity between words with such different meanings? Where did this language of ours come from and why do we manipulate language in such a counterintuitive fashion?
Principals are nice. Most that I’ve come by have been women, yet there’ve still been plenty of men as well. It must be hard … everybody just believes by bias that you’re someone to be avoided, when really you’re one of the only ones who are actually working for the good of your school.
I slouched in my seat, streaked blue hair slipping down to cover my face. I hadn’t done anything wrong, honest! It was Devin’s fault. He provoked me, and then my fist just kinda….wound up in his face. Or, something like that…
principal? like the adult who ran our school? principal? like the adult you went to when you got in trouble? yes, that person, that very person who ruined our lives and deprived us of fun? no, our minds grew from their education.
“The principal’s back!” Zoey whispered as we saw her limp down the hall.
She limped because under her navy blue slacks, there was no actual leg anymore. It was shining steel and plastic material – a prosthesis of the master kind – helping her stride proudly into each classroom to check in. Under her eyes, we could see the literal scars of war – having left her school post as a teacher to join the army.
school. art school. rules. grammar rules. grammar school. teachers. students. kids. kindergarten. crayons. mean. old. wrinkles. yelling. loud. punishment. detention. in school suspension.
Principal again? What, is there any other words, like maybe principle? Is it so hard for this website to throw a different word? Fine, I’ll write about a principal, provided I have enough time. Wait, look, it’s running out….TIME IS RUNNING OUT… oh, I’m near the end, it’s going, itl
The principal of this school was mad. She was really mad. Words are meant to be written on paper, following a correct order of carefully written patterns. Words are not meant to be typed out on screen of the computer. Like this. The principal does not approve. She does not approve at all
She was tall, she stood with her back straight, and she wore the same shoes everyday.
Sadly she also wore the same shoes, those ratty leather things with ribbons like a schoolgirl, at night, so she never had any secrets from me. The head of academe, also giving head in fishnet stockings.
school. when i grew up I went to a catholic school and my principal had a shoulder twitch that I would mock her about when her back was turned. Acting like my shoulder was twitching so hard it threw me across the hallway. The walls were the color of mint chocolate ice scream.
Smith had never met the principal.
He had always been a quiet, middle of the classroom, hand-up to answer questions only when it was compulsory, and “present” during role call the only words he spoke during class – kind of lad.
Now he had a date with the the master. the head. the ”Boss” as the others liked to call the toweringly tall, imposing but mysteriously absent man, few of them had ever met.
“HO MY GOD THE WORD IS PRINCIPAL TODAY TOBES. TOBES YOU ARE A PRINCIPAL.”
“Astor I am a headmaster.”
“IT’S CLOSE ENOUGH! OH MY GOD WE SHOULD PARTY.”
“Because the oneword for Julia’s writing exercise was principal?”
“YES BECAUSE OF THAT. AND ALSO BECAUSE WE’RE BEST FRIENDS AND I LOVE YOU. AND ALSO BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT.”
“Maybe we should just. Oh, I don’t know. Have a day where we don’t party.”
“NNNOOOOOOOO.”
I have no principles, no motives, no reason to carry on. The lingering past must vanish for the present to develop into the future. All that ever was blows away with the wind.
Principal-the leader of a school. sometimes th emost inspiring person in the school. i have had wonderful principal throughout my life. they had good hearts and good spirits. jrghfhgkzfhgfnglfngljfnkldfhnkfdnbdfkgn,fnhb,mdfhb,mfznbkjgdhhjhbjczx.kgghxhvnv,cxvfhgfbkvg lxf/ ug
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A principal. One who leads a school or educational entity. Or, something that one agrees with or stands by. A moral.
i have had a lot of principals but my favorites were always my principals from elementary school. they were mrs.mathis and ms. davenport. they were amazing and i am really sad that they retired last year.
She had never been called to the principal’s office before. A straight-A student, she was one of the good girls.
“I hope I haven’t been a bad girl, Sir,” she whispered to him as he stood before her, with a stern look on her face.
“Oh, you’ve been very bad, young lady,” he said. “And you’re going to have to be punished.”
The last year of my elementary school life, our principal Mrs. Stewart retired. We made a play acting out important events in her life. One of the events was her meeting her husband. It’s the only part of the play I remember. I think our school wasn’t ever quite the same after that year. I never went back so I can’t know for sure. Our sixth grade teachers Mr. Sedberry and Mrs. Keim kept saying they might retire that year too, because students nowadays weren’t the same anymore. They had posters going across the wall, each of a class they have had; each year the students would sign it. It went up to a large number. I wish I’d stayed on the last day of class, when we were given the option to go home early. I missed their tradition of taking down the turtle from the clock. Instead Mom and I went to McDonald’s for lunch and had Filet-o-Fish. I think. Or that might have been the last day of some other school year. Now the students have uniforms. I hear all the old teachers are gone. But I saw Mr. Burton, walking by the lake once. “Keep up the good work,” he always said.
I’ve never had a good principal, or if i have, they’ve never been close enough to notice.
The principal matter of interest is the one principal attraction of personal introspection. It is I, primary, colorblocked, first, important, principal in self concerns, that principally matters. Primarily, I prime myself for prestige, but my principal pursuit is simply being.
The principal
A principle
What’s the difference,
I really can’t tell
School principal – you keep us in order
Although many don’t
like you, I do
Principles
terrible
Why must I change to make you happy
What am I going on about
Its the principal of the thing. This means that if something is right then do it! don’t try to avoid, procrasinat put off or forget. Just do it because it is the right thing to do
The teacher of teachers, the boss, the one in charge, the overseer, a figurehead at the top of the school system, the intimidating force in many young lives
Principals of life are very simple. Be happy and strive to become a better person. Be kind to anybody you bump into no matter how they react, they are people like everybody and else and might need some kindness to brighten up their day. If people follow these principles life could be better.
He sat there, staring down at me. Yet another day trapped in his office. The secretary avoided my eye contact knowing that making it with me would be futile, and laughing with me would only reward her with the grumpy gaze and a few harsh words from the principle.
Principal. The rules. I can never decide what rules I’m supposed to follow, trying to find myself and discover the world. Do I agree? Do I conform? Do I create without merit? Oh, principal…what rules do I follow?
My principal from middle school and from third grade on loved me. I was the star student in every class. I did everything I was told and more. I felt like I was totally loved and would be successful. Freshman year, I doubted that but now I am the editor in chief of an award winning yearbook and I am so proud of myself
Principal; something of the highest rank or value. Not to be confused with principle; a rule or moral of high regard. Both are equally important. One setting what one values most, like life, while the other sets the rules and guidelines to be followed. Two things working together harmoniously for the better.
One day, I got called into the principal’s office due to an event I was in. The principal was very rude and didn’t let me talk. The principal was such a douche! I can’t believe it! Man, I wish I had a different principal.
His principal priority when dating women was to find the perfect wife. And he eventually did. She just wasn’t the perfect mother.
I thought of him as the principal of the world and only at midnight, when the life outside my house was quiet, did I realise how wrong I was to think that.
She sits in her office. Pompous and proud. Snooty and strong. Who knows her worries, really? Walk around the office and smell her old woman smell. Mystery life she lives.
i can’t decide
is good sex worth friendship
she’s not a friend.
he treats me more kindly
we have more fun
without acid
and we dance to better music
and collect better people together
is it the principal?
or is everything just fine
Driving through the small village, a dog jumping to avoid my swerving car, I realised that I didn’t care, that arriving at a brick wall with my faculties intact would be the one principal on which I could base my life. And for which I would die. The knowledge that I died knowing what I was doing.
It’s really the principle of the thing. You don’t say shit like that. What is it really gonna do. Think about how you sound like apiece of shit right now because you talking shift. Honestly
There is no principal, only a headmaster. And that headmaster happens to be my dad.
It’s a fantastic life, you see, going to school where your dad can monitor you constantly. Honestly, it’s not that bad. Dad’s a good headmaster, and I don’t have to obey him to begin with. ‘Cuz he’s a Solaris, and I’m a Solaris, and that’s about as far as the relationship goes right now.
Once upon a time, I was walking around school, when suddenly, BAM! Everything froze, even me. My principal walked out of his office, holding this strange gun thing. He looked at me, looking horrified. “Oh god.” He said. “I am sorry. I was testing out my time gun.” Then the Doctor appeared and whisked me away. <3
ghghf
I walk into class, late again. The teacher loses her temper, I do the walk of shame to the principals office, down the hall. My palms sweat, my brows twitch. I try to think of an excuse. I hope she won’t be in her office. Up the stairs I go. The class rooms are all silent, as if waiting in suspense. My steps echo against the tile floors of the hall. I get ready to knock on the door, I raise my fist, and I bang it on the door. It swings open, silent as death, there she stands. “Piper Thompson, good morning. Come inside.” does she smile viciously, like she’s waiting to tear me to shreds, or is it just a trick of the light? I enter the room, and the door locks behind me.
An annoying rich usually older woman. Not very cool, unless your lucky. Pretty scary. But hey! Thats what their there for..
No one knows the difference between a principal and a principle. How is it that the English language left us with such a similarity between words with such different meanings? Where did this language of ours come from and why do we manipulate language in such a counterintuitive fashion?
Principals are nice. Most that I’ve come by have been women, yet there’ve still been plenty of men as well. It must be hard … everybody just believes by bias that you’re someone to be avoided, when really you’re one of the only ones who are actually working for the good of your school.
I slouched in my seat, streaked blue hair slipping down to cover my face. I hadn’t done anything wrong, honest! It was Devin’s fault. He provoked me, and then my fist just kinda….wound up in his face. Or, something like that…
principal? like the adult who ran our school? principal? like the adult you went to when you got in trouble? yes, that person, that very person who ruined our lives and deprived us of fun? no, our minds grew from their education.
“The principal’s back!” Zoey whispered as we saw her limp down the hall.
She limped because under her navy blue slacks, there was no actual leg anymore. It was shining steel and plastic material – a prosthesis of the master kind – helping her stride proudly into each classroom to check in. Under her eyes, we could see the literal scars of war – having left her school post as a teacher to join the army.