"Wonder," Vocabulary from Part 2

What is essential is invisible to the eye.

So I jumped up kind of suddenly, like a bee had landed on me, and followed Veronica as she zoomed away.

Mr. Browne’s December precept was: Fortune favors the bold.

It’s not enough that we have to sit through class after class and try to stay awake while they fill our heads with all this stuff we will probably never need to know, like how to figure out the surface area of a cube or what the difference is between kinetic and potential energy.

Although I don’t know the details, I have an inkling about what may have sparked the confrontation with Julian.

Although I think hitting a child would be valid grounds for expulsion in other schools, I agree such extreme measures aren’t warranted here.

We have known the Will family since our boys were in kindergarten, and are confident that every measure will be taken to ensure this doesn't happen again.

In retrospect, and having now seen the child in question at various school functions and in the class pictures, I think it may have been too much to ask of our children to be able to process all that.

We think the transition to middle school is hard enough without having to place greater burdens or hardships on these young, impressionable minds.

We think the transition to middle school is hard enough without having to place greater burdens or hardships on these young, impressionable minds.

At the very least, I am somewhat troubled that this child was not held to the same stringent application standards (i.e. interview) that the rest of the incoming middle-school students were.

We felt that this slight break in protocol was warranted but in no way prejudicial—in one way or another—to the application review.

Thank you for being so understanding about this incident with Jack.

Please know we have asked Jack if he felt any undue pressure about any of this, and the answer was a resolute “no.”

Please know we have asked Jack if he felt any undue pressure about any of this, and the answer was a resolute “no.”

Okay, I’m a total hypocrite.

...she doesn’t flirt like some other girls do...

...her room is immaculate...

...and a number of people who thought they were right young and spry have noticed that they can’t bound up a flight of stairs like they used to...

...they can’t bound up a flight of stairs like they used to, without their heart fluttering a little...

...she smiles, uncups her hands, and the ladybug, as if on cue, spreads its wings and flits away...

...the play is taking up most of my time as we get closer to opening night, lots of lines to remember, long monologues where it’s just me talking...

...it’s not written that way, but Mr. Davenport thinks it adds an extra-folksy element to have the stage manager plucking on a fiddle...

It was the same setup as the Egyptian Museum back in December, except this time there were volcanoes and molecule dioramas on the tables instead of pyramids and pharaohs.

This lie was so pathetic that people were actually laughing about him behind his back.

No one really cringes if I bump into them anymore, and people borrow my pencils without acting like the pencil has cooties.

You’re moody and taciturn and secretive.

“She just started whimpering all of a sudden,” said Via, kneeling down next to Mom.

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.

She was hugging Via so hard I thought Via would suffocate, but Via was laughing.