Funny Textbook Quotes Novels & Stories

He nodded, serious, "Yeah, and confusion if it's multiple imagine feeling that for more than one person, total mess." Total mess, yeah, that was me, and as we talked, his kindness shone through, no teasing, no bullying, just patient explanations, making me laugh at his dry jokes, like when he said, "These old texts are written like riddles 'the wolf shall howl at two moons' what, double vision?" I snorted, "Or bad poetry probably some drunk Alpha making excuses for cheating."

My nervousness was not warranted. I placed the wildflowers on the edge of the desk and sat down. I read through one paragraph of my textbook, when a sudden burst of laughter from Lamar startled away my focus. It died after a moment, so I didn’t bother saying anything. When it was quiet again, I reread the paragraph, more fully comprehending it. When I reached an important point, I uncapped my highlighter and pressed it to the page. Lamar laughed again. Startled, my hand jumped and I traced a yellow line across the full length of my textbook.

Shawn came over just as I sat down. He held out the book that Caspian gave up and I nodded. “Give me a second and I can help.” “You two! Be quiet! This is class time.” Mr. Vance barked from his seat. “You’re supposed to be studying.” Krista snorted. “Ita, o qui stultus est et pinguis. Qui nihil agit nisi sedet et totum diem manducat..” [Yes, oh, he who is foolish and fat. He who does nothing but sits and eats all day.]

His nose flared up angrily, "What do you mean nothing? So, I listened to your lame story about a not needed redemption, coupled up with a stupid ass quote that you got from a TV series about three girls who were given a magic cookbook for nothing?" "You see, the difference between you and those little girls is that they actually think with their heads and not their anus. You're pushing 40 but you haven't learned a thing or two about life. The first thing that came to mind when I saw you on that swivel chair was an image of an imbecile. Your hands are tied even tighter than the hands of a paralyzed being. I thought by telling you that quote you may have learned something, but I was wrong. You

He said looking so amused. "What's so unexpected of that?" I asked. "I mean, you, being stressed with something, much less schoolwork. Now, let me see just how hard your lesson today is." He is as he snatched my textbook from me, and thank god it was open on an actually hard subject for most mortals.

She is just trying to be honest. “You're welcome,” said Quan in the end, feeling the need to return her teacher's thanks, no matter how impudent the reason was. “And where did your answer come from, Quan Durbysch?” Mr. Kei asked while tilting his head. Realizing that all the eyes in the class were on her, Quan's head felt as if an invisible ant was biting her. “From the boring book entitled Children of the Night which is now in the museum,” Quan said finally. “People say it's just bullshit, I say it's interesting.”

Brandon took his and sniffed it. “This smells like despair.” “It is despair. Caffeinated and boiling.” He took a sip and made a face. “You’re a monster.” “And yet, you’re still here.” “Clearly, I have issues.” I smirked and plopped down next to him again, sipping my own burnt coffee of doom. The textbooks were still scattered everywhere. Flashcards littered the floor like confetti from a very nerdy party. I picked one up and read aloud: “What’s the null hypothesis of me caring about this exam?”

"That doesn't justify you buying all the textbooks. Why do we have friends or the library? I see it as a waste of money to buy all textbooks recommended to you." "Well, Mr Economist, my friends use their textbooks also. What if they want to use their textbooks when I'm requesting for it? And for the library, you can only keep borrowed books for a month. A month is not enough for me." "What are you reading that can't be read in a month? The semester has barely begun and you are already reading. Scholar! Scholilo, I want to be like you when I grow up o." Tony laughed. I ignored his sarcastic statement by pretending to be reading something on my textbook. When he became silent, I threw a glance

William sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat before he pull out his earphones and shuts the Advanced Biology textbook with a loud smack that makes the students a table away glance towards us. “Keep your textbook smacking down, this is a library.” I comment with a smirk, using his own words against him. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further, a small frown tugging at the edges of his pretty mouth. “Your presence is giving me a headache.” I arch an eyebrow. “Do I have that much effect on you?”

“Get your textbooks. The exam is in two weeks. Start reading.” “Sir,” Fusayo shouted, “you’ve not even finished one topic, and you’re telling us to read. Read what? The whole textbook for nothing? You’re so funny, sir. You should have gone into comedy instead of being a teacher!” The class erupted in laughter. “You—what’s your name again? Burkina Faso? Or is it Fusayo?” More laughter. “Sir, it’s Fusayo. You don’t even remember names. And you’re our math teacher?”