Novel & Cerita Books About College Life

“I promise, I’m not going to forget about this. None of us will.” “Thank you.” Sarah gave us all a small smile. “I do seem to have derailed talks. I think we were talking about a free textbook program?” Everyone relaxed and nodded. “Getting the money is the easy part,” Whitfield said. “The Beta Auxiliary League is ready to kiss your paws, and feet, sorry, to join in on whatever program you want to launch. “College is expensive,” Melissa said, “and tuition is just a part of it. Textbooks, living near the school, food, and the occasional outing to clear your mind are all a part of what goes into the experience.”

Andrew adjusted himself as he sighed. "I am planning to enter College immediately after my High School. I want to study Medicine and Surgery. I hope to write my books too, as I study. And since it is about 5-7 year course. It would be better to work towards it on time." They all applauded too. "Wait, you write? Not bad....," Joy beamed with a smile. "Yes, Andrew write. Mostly teen fiction, Young Adults and Real Life Stories," Rachael explained, as Andrew simply smiled.

“Come on. Let’s go. I already told the boys. They’ve got the car ready for us.” I knew “the boys” meant that Giovani and Billy. “Alright, sounds good.” We headed out. Laura blared music and there was a divider between us and “the boys”. If they minded her blaring pop music, they didn’t say anything. “So,” said Laura, “you’ve really never had a boyfriend?” I nodded. “It’s not something I’ve really thought a lot about.” Laura smiled. “Well, we’re going to have to change that. College isn’t just about our future. It’s also about making mistakes. You seem like someone that needs to have a few of those.”

After the meeting ended, everyone headed off in different directions to find something meaningful. The challenge sounded simple. It wasn't. I spent most of the afternoon wandering through campus trying to figure it out. At first, I considered photographs. Then journal entries. Then old class notes. Nothing felt right. Each option captured a piece of college but not the whole experience. The problem was that college had never been about one thing. It was a collection of thousands of moments. Some important. Some ordinary. Together, they had shaped who I became. Lost in thought, I found myself standing outside the library. A familiar place. I had spent countless hours there over the years. Som

“I’ll take care of the enrollment.” I blinked. “You’re… what, my college advisor now?” “Something like that.” I flipped it open. Full-color spreads of historic campuses and cheerful, photogenic students filled the pages. The captions boasted about academic rankings, centuries-old traditions, and student life that sounded like it had been copy-pasted from a tourism brochure. When I looked up again, he was still watching me. His gaze lingered too long, heavy enough to feel but not enough to call out without sounding paranoid.

Cindy's speech was funny, she spoke of all the memories she had made since she started college, how their lives had changed and a bunch of friendly jokes about teachers, who would have guessed, Cindy had a good relationship with all her teachers. "Hey everyone!" Emily began her speech, she looked so nervous, her voice shook a little, she cleared her throat before continuing, "Well, as the others had said, college is the place where you make most of your memories, honestly you spend years wishing for it to end and when you're finally done with it, you kind of miss it, I haven't even gotten out of this place and I already miss seeing John get in trouble for doing 'nothing' in my maths class."

"We should do this more often." Cillian opened his mouth, undoubtedly about to throw out another sarcastic quip, but Devlin cut in, his voice level and serious. "We should." "If you can leave that college you love so much long enough to come hang out with us." Cillian laughed, a little too loudly. "College is meant to be enjoyed, little brother. You go for the women, the parties, and the sheer self-indulgence. You don't go seriously." Roberto snorted. "No, that's what you do in college."

Thalia's POV: Our college is a red brick building, large enough to have 15+ classrooms, excluding the staff rooms and offices. The cafeteria is the best place, and the food is great, something that Hera never fails to mention each day. Life here is weird. Either you have no drama for weeks or chaos unfolds very quick. The two most famous cases we had were of the students bullying someone, who later turned out to be a werewolf's adopted kid. It feels surreal to me still, but I don't think the pale faces our college staff had the very next day were a lie.

“I joined college and continued working further on myself. I became unrecognizable. I drowned in college life. The girls, parties, and booze. Life was great. I had girls all over me. I had my pick from a large pool. Soon, I started to forget about Emma. There was no use crying over a girl that didn’t want me when I could have someone else”

We all found out about everything, starting with the fact that there were groups and pages, like the crazy psychopath pages, where big events were shared. It was too big of a university and the students lived within it, had their stores and places to go. Fraternities and even a mall. It was more than just a school where no one cared about anything, it was part of the experience of being a free college student to do whatever they wanted and be too liberal. "You must be worried about the crazy piscopaths," I said and she looked at me right away. "For God's sake, Amy, I'm the leader of the crazy psychopaths, they can't even try anything even if they wanted to," she clarified and I nodded unconv