Emory Hall Quotes

Emory Scott hated me, but she hated nearly everyone. So, she was making me work for it. So what? I’d be disappointed if she didn’t. She didn’t respect Michael, Kai, or Damon, either. It shouldn’t hurt. But it did. I always liked her. I always looked for her. And over the years, passing her in the halls and feeling her in the classroom next to me, she got hot as fuck in ways no one else seemed to notice but me. God, she had a mouth on her. I loved her attitude and her anger, because I was always too warm and I needed the ice. It made me smile.

Still, even as rest took me, I could not help but wonder just how Ravyn Yew had been warned of Emory’s ill manners—had come to corral his brother—despite being nowhere near the great hall that evening.

what will become of my stories - gardens or graveyards?

It twists and it calls, through shadowy halls. Be wary the voice that comes in the night.” Before I could say anything—before I could even shiver—Emory heaved, hunching his back, and coughed blood on the stone floor. Shame, the Nightmare said. I was just beginning to like him.

The Nightmare,” he said, quoting The Old Book of Alders, swinging his finger at me as if he were conducting an invisible orchestra. “Be wary the dark. Be wary the fright. Be wary the voice that comes in the night.” “Enough, Emory,” Elm groaned. When Emory’s smile deepened, the hairs along my neck stood on end. I was suddenly certain that when he’d touched my hand on the stairwell, Emory Yew and his strange, dark magic had truly seen every last one of my secrets. “It twists and it calls, through shadowy halls. Be wary the voice that comes in the night.” Before I could say anything—before I could even shiver—Emory heaved, hunching his back, and coughed blood on the stone floor. Shame, the Nightmare said. I was just beginning to like him.

In 2010, a psychologist at Emory University set out to determine what made emotionally healthy, happy kids and administered a test to elementary students in an effort to reveal some insight.9 The test was comprised of twenty simple yes-or-no questions designed to measure how much of their family history each student knew. Do you know where your grandparents grew up? Do you know where your mom and dad went to high school? Do you know where your parents met? Do you know an illness or something really terrible that happened in your family? Do you know the story of your birth? The results of the study were astonishing. The more the child knew about their family’s history, the stronger their sense of control over their lives and the higher their self-esteem. The “Do You Know?” scale turned out to be the best single predictor of children’s emotional health and happiness

Huyck proved to be an outstanding administrator and, despite his lack of experience, quickly achieved one of the board’s top priorities. By ensuring that the teachers, curriculum, and classroom offerings met the necessary educational standards, he earned official accreditation for the school, a certification that made it eligible for federal and state financial aid.9 Along with his academic duties, he made time to coach the school’s poultry-judging team, which—as the local press proudly noted—“won over six other teams from high schools in larger towns in a recent contest.”10 At the annual meeting of the Michigan State Teachers’ Association in November 1923, Emory was chosen as a delegate to the general assembly and helped draft a resolution calling for the strict enforcement of the Volstead Act—formally known as the National Prohibition Act—“not only to prevent production and consumption of alcoholic liquors, but also to teach the children respect for the law.”11 He was also a member of both the Masons, “the most prestigious fraternal organization in Bath’s highly Protestant community,”12 and the Stockman Grange, at whose annual meeting in January 1924 he served as toastmaster and delivered a well-received talk on “The Bean Plant and Its Relation to Life.”13 Perhaps unsurprisingly for a man with his military training, Huyck was something of a disciplinarian, demanding strict standards of conduct from both the pupils and staff. “At day’s end,” writes one historian, “students were required to march from the building to the tune of martial music played on the piano. During the day, students tiptoed in the halls.” When a pair of high-spirited teenaged girls “greeted their barely older teachers with a jaunty ‘Well, hello gals,’” they were immediately sent to the superintendent, who imposed a “penalty [of] individual conferences with those teachers and apologies to them.”14

It's funny how the thing that gives me the most words is silence

sometimes we must edit the stories we tell ourselves.

you must rest. and all at once they fell into a deep sleep. all the tired women that lived inside her.