Big Fat Notebook Math Novels & Stories

Opened the notebook. Kept going.

As Tess looked in the mirror she was met with a round face, chubby cheeks, and dark circles that had formed from years of sleep deprivation under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled unruly mess of dark brown curls framing her face and resting just under her shoulders. Not to long, not to short of a length, her eyes looked more green today the hazel had a tint of red dirt brown along the black ring and green in the inner part. Depending on the light and her clothes her eyes would change from green to a light brown. She stood at 5’11 which has always been considered tall for a girl and weighed a whopping 363lbs. Most people guessed she was around 250lbs as she still had an hour glass figure and c

a girl sitting behind me said and I suddenly felt the urge to vomit my guts out. The teacher came in and I removed my airpods placing my novel on my laps. I reached for my bag and brought out my maths note and textbook, you could call me a nerd for having an enormous math textbook in my bag. I placed the bag back on the empty seat and focused on what Ms Karen was saying. She wrote a simultaneous equation on the board and asked if anyone would want to solve it. I raised my hands and she pretended not to see me. "Anyone, Anyone else" She asked but later but gave up when no one wanted to solve the question.

I mumbled under my breath, closed the book I was reading, and went on to search for my economics notes, and textbook, hoping I’ll be able to concentrate. But, no matter how I read and flipped through the pages of my textbook, her image kept messing with my vision and mental health. “Remember, he’s going to teach her business mathematics, and inside the mathematics is calculus. Why don’t you read through your business mathematics to gain some knowledge so you can teach her?” I reached out for my business mathematics textbook to read through. I think I’ll stick to this idea of reading. I took out my calculator and began to work on some exercises.

"Hey Abigael, did you gain weight?'Cause those jeans make your ass look fatter than Nicki Minaj's," That statement ushered in a wave of laughter that rippled through the sea of students in my Calculus class.The aforementioned girl pulls the hem of her knitted grey sweater down her torso in an attempt hide her overly exaggeratingly huge butt to no avail,which only seemed to fuel the laughter of the ruthless crowd. With flared cheeks and a sharp glare, Abigael sags down to her seat before burying her face inside a Math book.

she asked Aditi. "Not only Aditi, but even I also mug up the whole book and rewrite it in the exam answer script," Diva said. Rithanya looked at Fowzia who said, “Guilty as charged.” "Come on, girls! How is that humanly possible?" Rithanya could not digest the fact that these girls could mug up the 185-page Mathematics Solution Book or the 95-page Botany textbook as such. Aditi asked, “Okay Rithanya! Can you help us understand this equation then?” Rithanya explained it to Aditi in a very easy language that she could understand.

Thursday brings the larger notebook. It arrives by post, a proper package, carefully wrapped, the specific care of someone who ordered something important and wanted it to arrive intact. Théo opens it at the communal table after breakfast with the focused attention he gives all things that matter, removing the wrapping without tearing it, which is a habit that Celeste told me he has had since childhood and which she considers evidence of a temperament that respects the effort behind things. The notebook is dark green, larger than the previous ones, with a heavier cover and pages that are thick enough to absorb both ink and pressure without bleeding through. He opens it. He runs his hand acro

I can't quite remember their name, but they look a lot like purple hibiscuses with white sprouts in the middle of their blooms. Few minutes later, we are done. Nate and I walk over to the table and settle down on it. I watch him bring out his Maths textbook and note from his bag. I bring out mine. Our next twenty to fourty minutes together are spent on Nate solving some questions I circle for him on his textbook and me correcting him whenever he fails a question. He is humble, asks questions, and listens attentively to me even when I feel like I am speaking gibberish.