Learners of French involved in daring escapades

Usage examples of students.

The canvas was tattered and dirty, the bunting faded and cheap, the pitchmen sleazy, the milling students bestial.

The rhetoric was heated, and sometimes the protests became violent: sit-ins turned into confrontations, buildings were burned, bombs exploded, and finally, at Kent State University, students were killed.

At issue during this period were questions of justice, governance, and the obligation and right of universities to act as parents to their students, placing limits on their personal behavior.

Although most students have become more conservative in their political beliefs and more concerned about jobs after graduation than the politics of university governance, the authority of the universities, and particularly of their faculties, to determine curricula and establish standards has never been entirely regained, nor the high esteem in which universities were held or the financial support they enjoyed before the 1960s.

Some of the effect, he was sure, was sensetwist, the strange swim and shimmer of passing students, their aura, their iridescence, but how to explain the grotesqueries of their faces and the way their proteanskins melted into motley?

Before he could recover control over his own destiny, he was swept into another booth where quietly efficient young men and women were persuading students to place their identity cards against one of three translucent reading plates under labels spelling out Radicals, Revolutionaries, and Nihilists.

A high priest stood behind the altar, spectral hands outspread above the girl, and a double-handful of monkhooded students surrounded the tableau and pleaded for a thirteenth to complete the coven.

A short, fat student was making a politspeech to some fifty students packed into dilapidated theater seats.

Gavin noticed that a student who had been nodding vigorously throughout the spiel and making approving noises strode forward to place his identification card against a reading, but he was clearly a shill, and only one or two doubtful students followed.

It was a voice that had grown weary and testy trying to whip bored students alert, or at least awake, but still a bugle of a voice which could throw words at student heads like erasers.

A nearly extinct bird mostly found today in dusty libraries and deserted studies, abandoned by students and family, scarcely worth preserving were it not for the nostalgia involved in his occasional appearances before the unwary student, who, baffled by this apparition from the past, stares at his performance unaware that he may be viewing the last grand fling of the old-time professor.

The students swayed or danced, responding to the revolutionary lyrics and the music.

As Simpson moved away through the crowd like a conspirator with a message, Gavin saw him dip his head by a series of students and whisper a word in their ears.

Now pickets were stopping students and shaking in their faces signs printed with fluorescent ink.

Sometimes in the late hours, when topics of sex and revolution dragged, students would talk about eloping and somebody would tell a horror story he had heard directly from the source, or almost.