I was the kind of kid who couldn't really stop making up stories during class. I didn't do very well academically because I was always drawing these little doodles in the margins of my notebooks and I wasn't bringing home the best grades.
In school, I didn't speak up often in class. I was never the person to yell out an answer. If I knew it, I might whisper it to my buddy and let him answer. I kept quiet.
I really did grow up in a world where we were taught that crime doesn't pay and we stood up when the teacher came into the room.
I was a class clown, never got good grades.
I was sitting in the classroom trying to look intelligent in case the teacher looked at me.
Kids nowadays, I remember when I was in school, they were just rude, even to the teachers and stuff.
What we tell students in formal schooling: “Sit down, stay quiet, and absorb. Do this for 12 to 16 years and all will be well.
I remember when I was in art classes, I hated following the assignments. And I would get in trouble for doing something totally different or taking it in a weird direction.
He likes to flirt with all the boys in the class.
I didn't think the teachers had the right to tell me what to do. I would just disobey, talk in the classroom, get very bad grades.
When it was time for parent-teacher conferences, I remember that I was always embarrassed about what my parents would hear about me!
All my early school reports from the age of 5 were 'Daniel must learn not to distract others.'
I was always big on laughs, giving and receiving. It wasn't necessarily good for my teachers. Of course there's times where you go too far. My mom had to tell me, "Boy, if I have to come down to this school one more time, you're gonna get it."
School success is not predicted by a child's fund of facts or a precocious ability to read as much as by emotional and social measures; being self-assured and interested: knowing what kind of behavior is expected and how to rein in the impulse to misbehave; being able to wait, to follow directions, and to turn to teachers for help; and expressing needs while getting along with other children.
I was a class clown since second grade.
I do not dislike teaching when the boys behave themselves.
I used to drum on the table at school. I think a handful of my school reports say that they thought I might have some kind of ADD.
At school, I was the classroom clown - I was always being thrown out for being naughty. Before I left, a teacher called me in and suggested I became an actor.
[Jason] faltered when he looked at Leo, who was mimicking taking notes with an air pencil. “Go on, Professor Grace!” he said, wide-eyed. “I wanna get an A on the test.
I was a class clown, but I'm not a bully.
I was always causing trouble in school. Doing impressions of Bart Simpson, interrupting class - I liked the attention and entertaining people.
P.S. You'll have to meet with Dan's principal when you get back. He got in trouble for doing ninja moves in class. Don't worry. This happens all the time.
I was very chatty and talkative and always getting sent out of class for talking too much and not paying attention, passing notes.
I was a talker back in elementary school. I used to get A's and B's in everything, but I got an F in conduct.
There are the class clowns that are disruptive and the kids laugh and you earn the teacher's disdain, I was the kind of class clown that also cracked the teacher up. I was funny in a way that was not dissing the teacher; I was funny just to be funny.
