Top 35 Eighth Grade Quotes

I had been writing fiction since I was in eighth grade, because I loved it.

We plan ahead so we know what’s to come. By eighth grade, we knew we would never leave each other. We talk about having adjacent houses when we get older.

As I got older, I’d say probably when I got to, like, seventh or eighth grade, I was living in Atlanta, Georgia at the time, and I went for an open call for an agent, a local agent out there, a woman named Joy Purvis, and she ended up picking me up.

I think by eighth grade I knew I wanted to be an actor. I’d done church plays and stuff, but my first actual acting class was in eighth grade. I was obsessed with it.

I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer in eighth grade.

I never believed in pushing my kids. My dad was very unhappy I wasn’t going to be a doctor, but I couldn’t stand to see the sight of blood. And I wanted to be a lawyer since I was in seventh or eighth grade.

My only foray into anything stock-market-related was in my eighth grade social studies class. I have steered clear ever since.

Before the eighth grade, I probably went to seven or eight different schools.

Growing up in New Orleans, when you’re in seventh and eighth grade, and you’re into music, and you’re a dorky dude, you know, you listen to the entire Rush catalog and the entire Zeppelin catalog, and you go through these, like, phases of classic rock.

Ever since the eighth grade, I can honestly say I cut out carbonated drinks from my diet and started focusing on hydrating my body well. It’s a message that needs to get out, especially in the south.

I was one of those weird kids who didn’t really speak or smile. I remember my teachers would call home and ask if everything was fine at home because I would never smile. Then I got into this phase, from maybe fourth to eighth grade, where my personality just did a 180.

My dad was a football player, and I’ve been the same size since eighth grade, so I get how it can be hard when you don’t fit in with the ‘normal-size’ girls, or your butt and legs are too big for normal-size jeans.

I got interested in astronomy at the age of 8 because I was looking at an atlas of the planets in my parents’ apartment in Arlington, where I grew up. I got a telescope at age 10, which is pretty normal, and by the time I was in eighth grade, I had already seen a lot of cheesy sci-fi films.

I’ve kissed in the rain so many times. I think one of my first kisses was in the rain. It was in Washington, D.C., with some kid named Dash, in eighth grade. It was in the rain.

Michigan’s been recruiting me since the eighth grade, so they have a special place in my heart, I’d say, because I’ve visited there seven times, and my mom lives in Michigan, still, and she’d probably like me to stay closer to home and play.

I was made fun of for being fat from fourth or fifth grade to eighth grade. That was pretty rough.

You look at pictures of me when I was in eighth grade, and I look completely different.

Something a lot of people don’t know about me is I sucked my thumb until I was in like eighth grade. It’s cause, when I was a baby, I sucked my thumb and I guess my mom and dad never weaned me off of that, because they thought it was cute. And then it’s like an addiction. That’s your security blanket.

Seventh and eighth grade? That’s the worst. I think it’s the lowest point of life. All I remember is painful acne and terrible clothes. And lots of getting dumped.

When I was in eighth grade, I created a Backstreet Boys fan site. I came in third place in a fan site contest and got to meet them.

I didn’t really start going to see a lot of musicals and live theater probably until I was in seventh or eighth grade, maybe my first year of high school, and by that time I’d probably seen ‘Grease’ twice a year every year of my life.

In eighth grade, I wore a tie to school every day. I didn’t own jeans. But it wasn’t a granola thing, it was really more of an INXS thing.

I didn’t graduate eighth grade. I could have, but I got into too many fights in middle school.

I grew up in Del Mar, Calif., north of San Diego. I got my first job the summer after eighth grade at a small Internet service provider.

I actually think the last time I stood with a race medal around my neck was after an eighth grade cross-country meet. I was gawky and 65 pounds soaking wet, and running 10 miles a day was no big deal.

My childhood neighbor played piano, and he told me we’d get all the girls if I learned how to play-and I was probably in eighth grade, going into high school, so I said, ‘Sign me up.’

Back in eighth grade, I’d seen nothing but small-town Georgia when I left the U.S. for the first time and went to Hong Kong, Taiwan and Mainland China.

I’ve talked to a bunch of big men who told me they didn’t really start playing basketball until seventh or eighth grade. That wasn’t the situation with me.

There’s no medals for trying. This isn’t like eighth grade where everybody gets a trophy. We are in a professional sport, and it is competitive to win. That’s what we do.

In eighth grade, I went to home school, but it was a program meant for stay-at-home moms, and both my parents worked, so I had to grade my own papers. I’d be like, ‘Ah man, you’re close enough, you get 100 percent!’

My dad was the manager at the 45,000-acre ranch, but he owned his own 1,200-acre ranch, and I owned four cattle that he gave to me when I graduated from grammar school, from the eighth grade. And those cows multiplied, and he kept track of them for years for me. And that was my herd.

I was always a clown. In the eighth grade I won a city speech contest by doing an Eddie Murphy routine. I’m no good at public speaking, but if I can assume a role and speak as that person, then I’m fine. When I had to give a book report, I always did it in character.

I want to talk about my very first play, when I was in eighth grade. One day, my English teacher, Mrs. Baker, announced that we were going to read ‘On Borrowed Time’ out loud in class. I was a mediocre student; I was terrified that she was going to call on me, so I hid my head.

I believe it was seventh or eighth grade: I went to a Danny Ford football camp. A buddy of mine was a big Clemson fan, and coach Ford put on a camp, and we did actually enjoy ourselves.

I was going to different neighborhoods around Brooklyn battling cats back in – this started in ’82, so that’s like eighth grade. Maybe 13, 14.