Ms Whitlock Quotes & Sayings

I'm not a tail-tucked-between-my-legs type of guy, but this lady is one of the few that can reduce me to begging. — Katie McGarry

This time Ms. Whitlock does look my way and she grants me the type of glare reserved for people who kick puppies. — Katie McGarry

I don't care if she [Ms. Whitlock] knows I love Breanna. Besides, the lady hates me and probably won't read it anyhow. — Katie McGarry

Took her [Ms. Whitlock] long enough to grade it." He mumbles.
True. "But it took us forever to turn it in. She didn't have to accept it was from, she didn't have to let us write it together and she didn't have to give us an A-plus, but she did. — Katie McGarry

Our teacher [Ms. Whitlock] assesses me, then continues to summarise our syllabus. — Katie McGarry

Of course I like luxury - you think I don't love these gowns and jewels? But in the end ... they're replaceable. I've come to value the people in my life more. — Sarah J. Maas

Ms. Whitlock steps out and sizes me up, then Violet. "I'm only letting you in if you have a note, otherwise you can head to the office and hope they give you one. — Katie McGarry

Enjoy it well. Strengthen the feebler, lighten the darker, love all. Hail and be glad. — C.S. Lewis

Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home. — Francesca Lia Block

Ms. Whitlock is lost in her own world as she continues babbling about poem interpretations and people who died too long ago. — Katie McGarry

I feel so giddy with happiness I should have little cartoon bluebirds flitting around my head and bunnies gambolling at my feet. — Cate Woods

If taxes are laid upon us without our having a legal representation where they are laid, we are reduced from the character of free subjects to the state of tributary slaves. — Samuel Adams

So how many of you liked the poem?" Ms. Whitlock asks.
The entire class raises their hands. The entire class, except for me and Razor. — Katie McGarry

The blonde checks out the legs of the car like Pigpen checks out the legs of my English teacher--like a dog in heat. — Katie McGarry

Our teacher's [Ms. Whitlock] talking. Rambling how she'll give a hundred extra credit points to anyone who can solve the puzzle by the end of class. She's saying other things, too. — Katie McGarry

Which is great, since my English teacher hates late students like I hate riding my motorcycle in forty-degree weather while it rains. — Katie McGarry

There's this guy in my club, Pigpen. He's about the same age as Ms. Whitlock, late twenties, and he's a walking hard-on for this woman even though she would never give him the time of day. He practically runs into walls when she's around because he's too focused on checking her out. — Katie McGarry

Ms. Whitlock points at the clock over her desk. — Katie McGarry

Ms. Whitlock stands in front of her desk in her patented white button-down shirt, gray pencil skirt and dark-rimmed glasses. — Katie McGarry

My head whips towards the sound of Breanna's sweet voice. At the corner, she waves to our English teacher [Ms Whitlock] then starts to our classroom. — Katie McGarry