Street: Make your checks out to Mr. Street's Caribbean Vacation Fund, and then I might change your grade based on how much you give Street: That's a joke Street: Don't go telling your parents I'm trying to get bribes
Kirk: Be a nice person to ... the reader. Kirk: Because that reader has power. Kirk: It's me -- who grades. // Later Kirk: Everyone do crazy math in your head.
Street: Friday is an early release day, so we can formulate bad news for your parents about your grades.
//report cards in homeroom Student: I'm sorry, I'm not Asian... I'm C-sian.
Street: So I take out my red pen and ... //he makes farting noises while grinning evilly Street: Minus LOTS! //rubs hands together maliciously Street: And then my wife is like "Why are you so happy?" And then I say to her, "Oh, you just don't know."
Rohit: Is the exam going to be a double digit number of pages like the first semester exam? Piper: Of course it is! Simon: I really hope my grade on it will be in the double digits too.
//Mr. Rose's Gmail status at 3 pm on the Saturday after the last day of school (6/14/14). School had ended on Thursday 6/12/14. Status: Functions... stop harrassing me. I have until 3pm on Monday.
Thurman: The grades were all over a little bit, kind of like a bell-- more like a flat curve.
//Playing Project M on Viju's laptop in Mr. Kaluta's room Kaluta: Okay hold on, this is getting a bit out of hand. How were your grades last semester? Some kids: We got straight A's! Other kids and Bob: I only had one B. Mufasa: (to Bob) Wait. Then how many C's did you get?
Stein: Today we've learned not to be sad, not to worry about grades, and that colleges are no better than the Nigerians trying to steal your money.