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The word “final” immediately brought to mind exams at the end of each school year. I went hunting and found a few very amusing quote on those fretful days. Enjoy!
student + dying = Studying.
Our education system doesn’t teach us teamwork: When we solve our tests in collaboration with others, they call it copying….Foolish people.
The brain is the most outstanding organ. It works for 24 hours, 365 days, right from your birth, until you step into the exam hall.
A bottle of wine contains more philosophy than all the books in the world.
Exam offer!!! Bring a copy on exam day, scratch and show it to your nearest “professor” win a free trip to the principal’s office, and enjoy 3 years vacation at home.
Dear Math, please grow up and solve your own problems, I’m tired of solving them for you.
A Thermometer is the only thing that gets a ‘DEGREE’ without having a ‘BRAIN’!
If you are given an open-book exam, you will forget your book.
Examinations – the only way to know something at least for a few days.
Gabe had never met the woman he was teaming up with. She’d run through a gamut of partners. He’d heard she was capable reliable and brilliant. That’s what her file indicated. Some men couldn’t handle that in a woman. Too few who could accept a woman could be strong determined powerful in her own way and were threatened by that strength. He wasn’t.
In fact, they were requirements he expected, in any partner, on every level of his business. Failure meant they put everyone at risk. That he would not tolerate.
Since her file was a mile thick, he decided to take a look at this woman himself. Partner with her for the six months she’d signed on for.
The six months had passed and as he sat writing up her review he was pleased. If she wanted the job, it was hers, she’d earned it. Her candor, wit, charm, capability, and reliability were outstanding. She was beyond brilliant in her performance and in sizing up any given situation. Then there was the mischievous side he’d come to know. She’d pull tricks and pranks, that sparkle rarely left her eye. The only time it disappeared was on the job. Her eyes dramatically changed the sparkle was gone, they were flat, perceptive intuitive.
Today it was his turn. He’d towed her car to the impound plastered it with your fired slogans with balloons hanging out every conceivable space doors, windows, trunk, bumper, you name it, he’d added balloons. They said “Yours” “If” “You” “Want” “It!” Then he’d stood back and awaited her arrival. She was a picture. Annoyance turned to shock to stunned to a smile a mile wide. She scanned the area searching. When she found him her eyes twinkled and she gave him a thumbs up. She was in.
You walk across the room serene
Tall proud elegant and pristine
Never is a hair out of place
Such sophistication and such grace
Yet I want to know all about you
What makes you tick and undo
The perfect layers to what’s beneath
Protected hidden and unsheathe
That glimpse of twinkling humour seen
Hinting at what’s behind the screen
This my desire wholeheartedly
To unravel the possibilities
“You’re wrong, just dead wrong!”
“You are. Look, Maxine is never bashful, she’s totally bonkers!”
“That’s what makes her unique wonderful delightful!”
“Oh come on, tell me what’s so special about Maxine?”
“She speaks her mind, she tells it like it is, she’s unafraid and says what most are too bashful to say, even though they might think it. She does it with style, flair and an I don’t care what you think attitude. What’s not to love?”
“I still think Peanuts is better.”
“No contest! Game over!”
“Drink up, your beer’s getting warm.”
“What’s wrong with warm beer?”
“Fred your just bonkers!”
“Andy you’re too bashful.”
And so it goes, an evening filled with pros and cons with no end in sight.
“Bashful and bonkers make our skewed world.”
“Ok, I agree with that one.”
“What topic is next?”
“Don’t know, same time same place, tomorrow.”
Not a word you hear every day
Unless with weights you often play
Perhaps in a story about illegal living
Most of whom are scary and chilling
A villainous type said to be squat
The hero must capture, such a despot
Completely unfamiliar with the subject
Learn all you can no longer perplexed
Ok, that’s my thought on the word squat
An unusual word, but I gave it a shot
Oh what folly
To hang holly
At the office
You cut losses
Kissing not only one
And then you quickly spun
Kissing a frog
You were agog
The office mascot
His name was Scott
Although he was really hot
His attention was not sought
Oh the folly
Of that holly
I’ve never come across this word
Indeed it sounded quite absurd
I tried to decide what it meant
You can imagine my discontent
I knew not what the word alluded to
For it wasn’t a word that I knew
I looked it up and learned the word
And exactly what the word inferred
A group, or armour or a bunch of things
It covers a multitude of sins
Alas I’ll never use panoply
In daily life or elsewhere I cry
But perhaps it’s just a word of fun
Maybe used to impress someone
Back into the closet of my brain it goes
Perhaps one day to use in prose