"You know, when I was in high school, I was a troublemaker. I hardly went to school. Before I knew it, I was expelled. When I couldn't go anymore, was when I first realized, that school was a great thing. There's a lot of friends and lots of fun things. When I got this old, I wanted even more to go to school. That's why I became a teacher. Because, if I become a teacher, I could stay in school until I die, right? That's why I'm really happy now. I want you to be like that too. I want you to like school. Once it's over, it's too late."
— Eikichi Onizuka, Great Teacher Onizuka
"There's a big one now! It's an omen of the end times! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" He, along with several others, sprinted out of the classroom, screaming. Others appeared to have fainted at their desks. A girl with pigtails and an exhausted expression walked up to her.
"Hello Miss Soryu, I'm the class representative, Hikari Horaki. I apologize for the rudeness of our classmates." She bowed in apology, some sort of Japanese custom if Asuka had to guess. "I would explain things to you but unfortunately I now have to go round up the runaways. Take….. the seat over there next to Ikari, Takada lost his seat privileges when he ran out. Ask Ikari if you have any questions when I'm away." Asuka was about to say something in response when she noticed a trio of mini-mes handing the Horaki girl an actual net gun. She nodded at the mini-mes before stomping off, a menacing aura radiating off her body.
"Hello Miss Soryu, I'm the class representative, Hikari Horaki. I apologize for the rudeness of our classmates." She bowed in apology, some sort of Japanese custom if Asuka had to guess. "I would explain things to you but unfortunately I now have to go round up the runaways. Take….. the seat over there next to Ikari, Takada lost his seat privileges when he ran out. Ask Ikari if you have any questions when I'm away." Asuka was about to say something in response when she noticed a trio of mini-mes handing the Horaki girl an actual net gun. She nodded at the mini-mes before stomping off, a menacing aura radiating off her body.
And once, on a night of full moonlight, the air-raid warning was given while Chips was taking his lower fourth in Latin. The guns began almost instantly, and, as there was plenty of shrapnel falling about outside, it seemed to Chips that they might just as well stay where they were, on the ground floor of School House. It was pretty solidly built and made as good a dugout as Brookfield could offer; and as for a direct hit, well, they could not expect to survive that, wherever they were.
So he went on with his Latin, speaking a little louder amid the reverberating crashes of the guns and the shrill whine of anti-aircraft shells.
So he went on with his Latin, speaking a little louder amid the reverberating crashes of the guns and the shrill whine of anti-aircraft shells.
— James Hilton, Goodbye, Mr. Chips
"Oh my God! He's like some sort of... non-giving up... school guy!"
— Bart Simpson, on Principal Skinner, The Simpsons
