Poor Student Novels & Stories

And her technique of expression is to compare excellent and poor students. She pointed to Mary Kinson's hand and didn't put it down: "As for you, when you first came to school, you fought and caused trouble outside. You only know how to sleep in class. People like you come to school to muddle along. Tell yourself what you will have in the future. Rely on your fairly good face to make a living?" Mary Kinson’ss eyebrows gently twisted, was about to open her mouth to refute. But someone around stand up first, and the dining table was photographed with a bang, and the sound of dishes colliding vibrated and echoed.

Stacy shook her head like she was actually disappointed. “You know Stacy, your type are the ones that will always believe people are under you and whatever you can’t do, you believe that no one else can do it and whatever you do, is what you believe that everybody will do. But sorry to burst your bubble, I am not your type that allows any street rat to get into my hole and if you can’t deal with the fact, you might as well drink the toilet water for all I care.” “Ohhh,” the surrounding students gasped and Stacy looked at them angrily before me.

The resident took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I promise I'll do my best to ensure you get all the necessary information. This is a valuable lesson for me." The resident looked increasingly nervous. He lowered his gaze, avoiding Sara's eyes. "I truly apologize, Mrs. Sara," he said softly. "I didn't mean... to hide anything. That was indeed my mistake." "Mistake?" Sara emphasized the word with a sarcastic tone. "What kind of mistake results in an injury like that not being mentioned at all? My child is my responsibility, and I have the right to know what is happening to her."

Rebecca asked. "It is only too late after you have graduated. Besides, you have just started your SS 2, there still plenty for you," Richard emphasized. "Well, I can try my best to be good. But being the best is something that can never happened. There two students in my class called Hassan and Migrate. Those kids are like the devil, they can solve any problem given to them since during our junior years," Rebecca said. "That's because they have given it their very best, have your ever given it your best? Studied like you will die tomorrow?" Richard asked and Rebecca shook her head.

he said not really understanding the word. “Mommy, are we poor?” he wanted to confirm his suspicion. Both adults were stunned at his words. They didn’t expect someone so young to be thinking about the financial status of their family. Amanda quickly went over to her son to assess where is he coming from. “Sweetheart, where did you learn that word?” she asked cautiously. “At school, my classmate Alvin always say he doesn’t like me because we are poor.” “I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.”

"This program of yours is incredible and for the few students it may help, it's great, but the ones that you have down there in that building, will most likely end up in either jail, or in a gang." "They are not some kind of thugs. They're a bunch of kids who are tired of people like you giving up on them. What we need is simple. The air conditioner is down, and I have twelve students in a small unit in the back of the school with one single window and no cool air blowing"

Her legs slipped from around him. He stepped back, trying—failing—to control his breathing as she slid off the desk, smoothing her sweater, her hair, her expression. She looked wrecked. He looked worse. “Eden,” he said quietly, like an apology and a confession all at once. She shook her head—softly, gently. “It’s okay.” A tiny pause. “It’s not. But… it will be.” He forced himself to the door. He opened it a crack. The TA stood there, blinking. “Students are ready whenever you are.”

She can’t see that I’m trying to help her. “Oh, really?” I tease. “Yes. I have a diploma from Calvary High.” Father and I flinch at the mention of her school. It’s a public high school for the poorest of the poor. The nothings. Those who failed at getting a chance into the regular schools because they were dumb or poor. Draping an arm around the back of my chair, I hold her gaze, saying, “Let me guess, you graduated with a 0.5 or maybe they let you off because you’re too dumb.”

And I felt disappointed in myself for being afraid of my savoir. I also regretted not reporting Mr. Hemming or asking for help. But that wasn’t really a choice for me, was it? I didn’t have the luxuries that they had. A girl with a dead mother and a drunk, gambler father; someone who was failing their grades and thinking about dropping out altogether to provide two meals a day… I was a pathetic excuse for a scholarship student that no one wanted in school. They would probably think that I was the one who seduced him since I was failing his class and wanted the easy way out.

The chubby giant shouted loudly. The student with glasses could only cry and beg in vain. She still wears a school uniform, not an expensive evening gown like many other female students... She seems to be very poor, so no one dares to stand up for her. Because he was poor, still having trouble with the rich guy was no different from bringing harm to himself. All just stood around and criticized strongly. “This country girl, I told you not to follow me…” “What a shame” “Polluting the reputation of our Majisuka High!”