Top 55 Classmates Quotes

As seventh graders, my classmates and I would make rockets to see what made them fly and models of remote-controlled motor boats because Palanpur had heavy rainfall.

As a child, I would put on shows in my neighborhood with friends and perform Barbra Streisand songs for my classmates.

It took me until my teenage years to realize that I was medicating with music. I was pushing back against my stupid school uniform, instructors who called me by my last name and my classmates, who, while friendly enough, were not at all inspiring.

I was perhaps the worst student you have ever seen. You know, I thought I was stupid, all my classmates thought I was stupid, so there was general agreement.

No, no, I was only funny on stage, really. I, I, think I was funny as a person toward my classmates when I was very young. You know, when I was a child, up to about the age of 12.

When I was in the second grade, I learned that I looked different from my classmates.

My classmates would copulate with anything that moved, but I never saw any reason to limit myself.

I think, even before social media, it was really hard to not look at other classmates and say, ‘Well I wish I looked like her.’ Or even to look at celebrities and wish that ‘I looked like them.’

Teachers, people, and, to be honest, some of my classmates didn’t understand me. I was the person they didn’t like because I would always speak my mind and had a lot of energy. I’d be bouncing around all the time, being very opinionated.

When you’re 10, 11, 12, and you’re watching your idols, you feel like you know them. I found more in common with these people when they talked in interviews than I did with my classmates.

I was so afraid to even read a paper in front of my classmates. It is very funny because at that point my teachers would never have believed that I could speak in front of an audience of over 2,000 people.

Most guys in high school wore clothes seen only by their classmates. I wore clothes seen by the world.

I had a martyr complex as a child. I longed to attend the parties my classmates gave. But I was a minister’s daughter. I couldn’t stay out after 9:30 at night til I went to college. I never went to a dance till I was grown up and -away from home.

I was in sixth grade at Koko Head Elementary School in Honolulu, and was chosen to pin the 50th star on the American flag in front of my teachers and classmates at a special assembly to celebrate statehood.

When I went to California Institute of the Arts, I was classmates with a lot of like-minded weirdoes, some of who have gone on to create other cartoon shows-J.G. Quintel, ‘Regular Show;’ Pen Ward, ‘Adventure Time.’ We were all friends in school and pushed each other and made each other laugh.

I was five years old; I got addicted to being on stage. I felt like it was the most wonderful place on Earth, performing in front of an audience, who in this case were a bunch of classmates, kids my age.

Even as a kid, classmates asked pointed personal questions about my family. I have conditioned myself to handle it with maturity.

My parents always got a kick out of my art. I was always able to make them laugh. As I got older, I remember the thrill I got when I graduated from making my classmates laugh to making adults laugh. Kind of a watershed moment.

At nine or ten, I was playing guitar in music class in my elementary school in Jackson, Michigan. They had a guitar class, and I played with ten of my classmates, and we did a little guitar orchestra for a school music.

I couldn’t help but to think back to my classmates at Thomas Jefferson High School in San Antonio. They had the same talent, the same brains, the same dreams as the folks we sat with at Stanford and Harvard. I realized the difference wasn’t one of intelligence or drive. The difference was opportunity.

I knew more about produce from the sea than any of my schoolmates, and my reports in school, from kindergarten on, amused and shocked my classmates and teachers. I told them how we ate with chopsticks, had rice and seaweed for breakfast, raw fish, octopus, and sea urchin eggs for supper, and cakes made from sharks.

For many parents – myself included – I would be extremely happy for my children to grow up finding that their LGBT classmates are exactly the same as them.

I was never top of the class at school, but my classmates must have seen potential in me, because my nickname was ‘Einstein.’

The history of the British empire, the chapter of our national story that would have explained to my classmates why a child born in Nigeria was sat among them, was similarly missing from the curriculum.

I love high heels from the age of 10! Short skirts and then high heels. My classmates used to make fun of me. Like, ‘Ooh, she’s so skinny and she’s wearing high heels.’ But I just wore what I like, and I didn’t care about people’s opinions, the same as I don’t care now.

I am an only child and home-schooled, so I have no siblings or classmates.

When everyone at school is speaking one language, and a lot of your classmates’ parents also speak it, and you go home and see that your community is different -there is a sense of shame attached to that. It really takes growing up to treasure the specialness of being different.

Sloppy casual has always been my default look. My preppier classmates in high school would sometimes sport two, three, even four shirts at a time – Lauren, Izod, Brooks Brothers, all collars-up – while I wore secondhand faded olive German-army fatigues and this cool T-shirt with a troll on it.

Few of my classmates looked like me. While we shared similar aspirations and many good times, there’s much to be said for making any challenging journey with people of the same cultural background.

Students who have spent their childhood here in Florida deserve to qualify for the same in-state tuition rate at universities their peers and classmates do.

Out of the 72 kids that I went to high school with, I still talk to 25 of them on a fairly regular basis. Seven of my classmates live in L.A., and five of them are in the entertainment business, and we constantly talk and play fantasy football together.

I used to take a recorder around and interview my parents and do impressions of my classmates as guests on my show.

When I was young, I was teased mercilessly by my classmates for being a redhead. I wasn’t particularly well coordinated either, which made me a bit of a liability in P.E.

I honestly felt no envy or resentment, only astonishment at how much of a world there was out there and how much of it others already knew. The agenda for self-cultivation that had been set for my classmates by their teachers and parents was something I’d have to develop for myself.

With my academic achievement in high school, I was accepted rather readily at Princeton and equally as fast at Yale, but my test scores were not comparable to that of my classmates. And that’s been shown by statistics, there are reasons for that.

It was very weird when my classmates were getting hundred-thousand-dollar cars because that was so not my reality.

In preschool, I would plan out my show-and-tell every week to be funny and exciting. Then in first grade I wrote a play, and my classmates and I performed it as a puppet show.

Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don’t recognize you.

Back in my days as a children’s book editor, my superiors caught on to the fact that teenagers were using the Internet to gossip about each other, and thought it might be nifty to develop a series of books about an anonymous high-school blogger who gossips about her classmates. The concept was passed on to me.

I was mostly bullied by my classmates. People would come up to me and say, ‘You’re so dark.’ I’d always fight back by calling out one of their insecurities, like, ‘Well, you have a big nose.’ Today, I’d tell them that I really love them. I’d thank them because they made me realize how unique I am.

In fact, I was voted Prom Queen by my classmates in my senior year. So I went from being a wrestler to the prom queen in a year.

Courtney Vance and I are college classmates, weirdly enough. We’re both Harvard class of 1982. Courtney, as a work-study job, was a typesetter at the Harvard ‘Crimson,’ the newspaper where I worked.

I attended Amherst College from 1951 to 1955. The first two years were a revelation. There were innumerable exchanges with brilliant classmates, among them the playwright Ralph Allen, the classics scholar Robert Fagles, and the composer Michael Sahl.

When I was a graduate student at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop for fiction writing, I felt both coveted and hated. My white classmates never failed to remind me that I was more fortunate than they were at this particular juncture in American literature.

I was the tallest guy in the school, and I was very conscious of being larger than anybody – classmates and teachers.

I went to private school for two years, then Aptos Middle School, and I finished at McAteer. Several of my classmates at those schools are my friends today.

I felt intimidated the entire time I was in school by my teachers and classmates. But I just knew acting was something I wanted to do.