And being at school was awful in the beginning. Every new class I had was like a new chance for kids to “not stare” at me. They would sneak peeks at me from behind their notebooks or when they thought I wasn’t looking. They would take the longest way around me to avoid bumping into me in any way, like I had some germ they could catch, like my face was contagious.
Sometimes people surprise you. Never in a million years would I have thought my mom would be the one to back down from anything, so.
As I wrote down Mr. Browne’s September precept, I suddenly realized that I was going to like school. No matter what.
Mrs. G, who was crying hysterically – a happy crying – smiling and clapping the whole time.
If we don’t examinate the past, we don’t learn from it.
In the end, mon cher, all that matters is that you forgive yourself.
Via. I can’t say I always wanted to go to school because that wouldn’t be exactly true. What I wanted was to go to school, but only if I could be like every other kid going to school. Have lots of friends and hang out after school and stuff like that. I have a few really good friends now. Christopher is my best.
Built with memories instead of with stone.
If every single person in this room made it a rule that wherever you are, whenever you can, you will try to act a little kinder than is necessary – the world really would be a better place.
And I’m never going to be one of those grown-ups that use an umbrella when it’s snowing-ever.
They would sneak peeks at me from behind their notebooks or when they thought I wasn’t looking. They would take the longest way around me to avoid bumping into me in any way, like I had some germ they could catch, like my face was contagious.
Solo se detiene la maldad cuando por fin las personas se unen para acabar con ella.
I remember seeing tears in Isabel’s eyes as she carried Auggie home.
On the other hand, I’m really excited.
Just leave me alone, okay? You’ve been really good about leaving me alone my whole life.
If I found a magic lamp and I could have one wish, I would wish that I had a normal face that no one ever noticed at all.
What’s cool about really little kids is that they don’t say stuff to try to hurt your feelings, even though sometimes they do say stuff that hurts your feelings.
I thought you had the best grades, Charlotte,” Lina said to me. “No, Ximena does,” Maya interjected. She started counting off on her fingers. “Ximena. Charlotte. Simon. Me. And then either Auggie or Remo. Auggie’s actually got better grades than Remo in math, but he didn’t do that well in Spanish on his last few quizzes, and that’s bringing his whole grade point average down.
But realizing that Ximena Chin, under her layers and layers and layers of snarkiness and mischief, could actually be kind of sweet. When she wasn’t being kind of mean.
I guess I thought he would have a huge butt, but he didn’t.