Funny Textbook Quotes Novels & Stories

he says with a small smile. “Insanely nerdy,” Anna said with a soft smile and her gaze shifted from the textbook to Zack’s face. “Is that not one of the things you like about me.” Zack’s lips quirk into a fond smile at her reminder. He props himself up on one elbow, the movement causing the blanket to pool around his waist. The motion brings their faces closer, allowing him to see the playful glint in her brown eyes. “Nerdy is not the word I would use,” he corrects her gently, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek. “I like smart. And focused. And the way you get this cute little wrinkle between your eyebrows when you are concentrating.” His thumb strokes along her eyebrow line affectionat

"We should start with chapter five in the history book." "Okay," I agreed. I unzipped my bag and pulled out my thick textbook. We read in quiet for ten long minutes. The library was so peaceful. But then, Jeff started getting very wiggly in his seat. "Emma," Jeff whispered loudly. I looked up from my thick book. "Yes?" "Do you remember Mr. Henderson?" Jeff asked, trying to hold back a funny giggle. "Our old science teacher from fourth grade?" "Yes," I whispered back. "He was so funny."

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She took a deep breath in before answering. “The knowledge I have is very much to all of you. But I do believe that the textbooks are somehow rigged. Think about it, would the contents of a single piece of paper be the same after being passed down to several generations?” Both the students and the professor were satisfied by her answer, every last one of them applauding as she sat back on her chair. But there was someone who was not amused by her answer, a male student wielding a sharpened stick sat quietly at the back, eyes filled with anger.

“Don’t laugh, you’ll be next. I saw you panic over meiosis last night.” “That was a moment of temporary confusion,” I protested. “You try studying while Sai’s texting you memes about mitochondria being the powerhouse of bad decisions.” Sai grinned proudly. “Educational and entertaining.” We all cracked up, drawing a few curious glances from passing students. It felt good to laugh, light and real, cutting through the tension that had wrapped around everyone since morning. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, it felt like I’d just run a marathon. My head was buzzing with definitions, formulas, and the faint sound of my pen scratching through paper.

Wasting so much time for something you already know? The professor looked in the classroom and saw Elizabeth reading from the textbook he gave to all the students. “Would you do the s-s-same?” the professor asked the girl. “I wouldn't swallow it. In any case,” the girl said making a face at the thought she should swallow a mouse.

I flip the next page and see another note written in the same hand writing. You must be a cry baby, I met this sheet wet with your tears. Go straight to the point and say what men did to you, don’t come around crying like a baby. You might need a piece of advice? Men are beautiful souls and they would rather bath in paradise than in the pit of hell. What the fuck did I just read? Who could be this dumb asshole? Mr Jack? He often use the chemistry text book. No He’s not. This is someone else.

They had hunted me back in medical school. You think it’s repeated crap and you toss it aside to focus on more ‘complex’ materials. And then you receive a question filled with that repeated crap. You think it’s easy but no, you are asked to explain it exactly how it was stated in the textbook. And the lecturer says he is not a fool for saying you should study that material. So I forced myself to read the repeated crap. But on this gloomy day, I couldn’t even comprehend a sentence of the book.

“Oh my god, look, she included my quote—'it’s like being a hamster on a disco ball: spinning but fabulous.” Daisy snickers. “That was pure gold, Karl. I’m surprised you came up with that one.” Chloe leans over my shoulder. “And she actually wrote about your ‘commute from Mars’? How gullible was this lady?” Ethan laughs so hard he almost spits out his coffee. “This is hilarious. Do you think she realized we were messing with her?” “I hope not,” Anton says, shaking his head. “It adds to the mystery, no?”

"Watch where you're going, freshman!" The sharp, mocking voice hit me at the exact same moment a heavy shoulder slammed violently into mine. The impact sent a painful shock straight down my arm, completely breaking my grip on the massive stack of library textbooks I was hauling across the green campus quad. The heavy volumes flew out of my arms, crashing loudly onto the damp grass and concrete path. Pages bent, heavy covers split open, and papers scattered in every direction under the bright morning sun. "Oh, look at that. The little mouse dropped her cheese," Gloria jeered, stopping right in front of me with her hands on her hips. Meg stood right next to her, crossing her arms and letting o