Funny Textbook Quotes Novels & Stories

He said calmly. I glared at him, and that broke the spell I had sunk in momentarily. I pulled back, but he clung harder. “It’s so unfair to laugh at your future wife. I could easily give you a bit of your own medicine, and I doubt you would be so cheesy then,” I wanted. He chuckled. “Ow! Would you try something like smack my ass in Biology class when no-one is looking? That is hardly embarrassing. It is lame and the stuff people in books do,” he pointed out.

I flipped the one thousand plus pages hardcover book in front of me and everything seemed gibberish. “Why is the text book so heavy? I swear Dr Ramon just likes to punish us.” Jack continued to slurp, finding my situation very amusing. I grabbed my scrunchie and threw it at him. “Hey! What did I do?” “Your input is just disgusting liquid sounds and chuckles. Fucking help me!” “Leah, you and I know you don’t need help. You just don’t want to read.” I scowled at him. “Exactly why I need help.” I opened the cap of my boba tea cup and gulped the content, wiping the spilled tea at the corner of my mouth.

Calla Ava and I walk out of the lecture hall together, the weight of our backpacks digging into our shoulders. The late afternoon sun is spilling across the quad, making the pavement too bright to look at without squinting. My brain feels like it’s done for the day, but Ava’s voice is still full of restless energy. “Cal, I swear,” she groans, holding her textbook up like it personally offended her. “I’ve read every single page in here. Twice. Maybe three times. But the second I close it? Poof. It’s gone. Just… gone. I think I’m dying.”

The Whole Class burst into Uncomfortable laughter, Clover who was beside me was also laughing and as laughter was contagious I had to try my very best not to Be contacted by their laughter. " Silence, Now! " Miss lyca commanded and immediately the class turned silent. Turning to Sasha who was now pale from embarrassment. " You tried, but You didn't get it all right, Sasha. " Miss Lyca said. " How is it possible that I am Wrong? , I Only Said what I read in the Textbook. " Sasha replied in Self defense. " Oh! Which textbook? " " This, " Sasha said bringing out a new Essential Economics Textbook from under the desk she shared with her friends.

“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

“I texted you after hearing a rumor from Ten and specifically asked you if you were seeing a new girl.” “Mmhmm.” I nodded, remembering that text. “And how did I answer?” Brandt sighed and rolled his eyes. “Something stupid like you sit next to them all the time in your home economics class.” I grinned, still loving that line. “I was quoting Forrest Gump.” Brandt’s scowl turned dry as he set his hands on his hips. “And then you said the only thing you hadn’t been seeing were ghosts.” My grin widened, and I had to glance at Julianna before adding, “A Sixth Sense reference.”

He was not my favorite teacher. “Yeah, I do. The work isn’t too hard, but he is so boring!” “I know!” Cadence agreed, slamming her face down into the pillow. After a moment, I realized she was laughing. She lifted her head. “You should see Jack’s impression of him. It’s so funny.” In a very monotone, old-man voice, she started reciting Mr. James’s typical greeting, “Okay… class… let’s… get… out… our… textbooks….” We both started laughing hysterically because her impression was so awful, but I could still tell it was supposed to be my boring teacher. “Jack’s is so much better,” she said between gulps of air.

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."

I looked away immediately, then lifted my hand as casually and discreetly as possible to hold it over my heart. She was too beautiful. My hands itched to paint her smile, and her dimple, to sketch something. So that’s what I did. I leaned forward, then grabbed my pencil off the table. Flipping the back of my copy of The Great Gatsby, I sketched away. “Since we have a new student today,” Professor Coraline’s voice continued. “Why don’t we waver with a sink question?” The smart board lit up, and there appeared a quote, well….several quotes actually. Famous lines from different novels in different color text and font with the bold topic: What Makes A Story Memorable?

Katherine said gagging, and crawled all the way to the nearest bush in sight to hurl out her insides. Alexander Walters: I closed my newly purchased textbook and plumped myself onto my bed. I can't believe I have to pass a stupid test just to go further on my quest to fuck Katherine. I even had to buy new fucking textbooks just to read. I read that textbook for straight two hours, and it's safe to say that I still don't know shit. I learned nothing, the words were just so much and so boring, I spent most of that two hours fighting sleep and dozing off. So it's safe to say I just stared at the textbook for twenty-five minutes and fought sleep for the remainder.