Funny Textbook Quotes Novels & Stories

Oh, he’s going to be quiet now? Me: I didn't even know you knew what those were. Ian Quinn: Emojis? Me: Yes. Ian Quinn: LOL. Just to needle him some more, I’m smiling as I type back. Me: Ah, you know acronyms too, this is interesting. Ian Quinn: What is? Me: People like you never know what LOL means. Ian Quinn: People like me? Me: Yeah, old people. The text shows the bubbles appear and disappearing, did I manage to make the great Ian Quinn speechless? I laughed under my breath, feeling quite pleased with myself. Take that Quinn. Finally, his reply pops in and I wasn’t holding my breath.

I said, forcing as much strength into my voice as I could muster. She laughed, a sound that was as sharp as broken glass. “Leave you alone? But Sera, you’re just so… entertaining. Honestly, what would I do without you? You’re like my personal little soap opera.” Her friends laughed along with her, their eyes glinting with malice. One of them, a tall brunette named Lila, leaned over and snatched the textbook from my hands. “‘Introduction to Molecular Biology,’” Lila read aloud, wrinkling her nose. “Wow, Sera, you’re such a nerd. No wonder no one likes you.”

Amber pauses as she take a huge accounting textbook from the shelf. "Being a nerd really sucks" Amber quietly approach the empty seat with the textbook , she sit gradually and begin flipping through the pages. "Even on my last day, I really love accounting" "Who ruined my almost perfect life?" "Will this horrible news get to my family?" "What will they do?" Amber ponders abstractly in her mind and to end the wild thoughts, she stamp her hand hardly on the textbook disrupting everyone's attention. "Who's that?" the liberian scream from the entrance centre and Amber quietly bury her head on the textbook.

"Oh really? Because I distinctly remember you flubbing the line about the Cliffs of Insanity." "What? No, I didn't!" I argued, feeling my cheeks warm up. "And let's not forget about your creative meaning behind Vizzini's 'inconceivable' moments," Alex said, his eyes flashing with amusement. I gasped in mock offense. "How dare you! I was adding dramatic flair!" We argued back and forth, each of us confident in our superior quotation skills. Finally, I threw up my hands in frustration. "Alright, fine. Let's settle this fair and square. Rock, paper, scissors?"

he said, pointing at a question I’d circled six times in frustration. I frowned. “Am I?” “Yeah.” He flipped to a page in the textbook, then turned it so I could see. “Remember this section? It’s the same structure, just worded differently.” I stared at the page. Oh. He was right. “You’re a menace,” I mumbled, cheeks heating. “A helpful menace.” I narrowed my eyes, but I couldn’t keep the smile from tugging at my lips. He handed the pen back and gently nudged my elbow. “Try it again. I’ll be here.”

Fuck my life. ** I love Chemistry. I have to admit that I was a bit nerdy. I mean, who doesn't like bubbling bottles and mysterious chemical effects? "I fucking hate Chemistry," someone howled like a dog behind me. "What the fuck is that bitch on the stadium blabbing about? Formid acid my ass." "Mr. Kofron, do you have any questions you want to share?" Miss Jalin, our chemistry teacher with a plump figure, stared at the boy who was sitting behind me and asked in a harsh voice.

I smiled but he frowned slightly, “Nonsense! That's not going to happen. Here at Houston Medical School, we take care of our students and you are one of us now so I'm sure the students wouldn't mind refreshing their memory also” I shrugged and brought out the big biochemistry textbook dad had given me and opened the page he had written on the whiteboard.

"You have to use the voice too. Like, 'Who's a good boy? Who understands the standard of care?' It forces your brain to strip away the confusing textbook language." "HA!" I couldn't help but laugh. Thr sound burst from my throat before I could stop it. The sudden noise shattered the absolute silence of the basement floor, immediately gaining the attention of everyone studying in the surrounding cubicles. Several students glared over the tops of their monitors, clearing their throats aggressively. As if that wasn't enough, a heavy thud of sensible shoes echoed down the aisle, and the old librarian walked up to our section, her eyes boring into me through her reading glasses.

“Her grammar is very messy and it appears she’s using some inaccurate information in this report. I read the book she used for a topic and some of these quotes aren’t from the book, so they have no business being in quotes. However, it makes for a good read, and everything is spelled correctly. This isn’t a failing grade, maybe a D at best.” “I was confused with the quotes because I also don’t remember any of that being in this book,” she said, peering up at him. “I knew you’d know for sure. Thank you, Professor Evergreen.” He nodded and returned to his seat, much to her dismay. She wanted him to remain close to her, but she knew stuff like that would happen in due time.

ZION "I'll wack you over the head with this textbook and maybe, just maybe, some sense would get knocked into you," Alina threatened, her words holding so much conviction that it actually scared me slightly. I pulled the textbook out of her hand with my free one and with the arm I had on her shoulders, I led her toward the lunch tables outside. The textbook read 'The Science behind Psychology' and I nearly scoffed at that, "Psychology isn't a science, it's allowing any nosey son of a bitch to make a quick buck by listening to other people's depressing lives. I bet the only reason they do it is to make themselves feel better about themselves like if he's life is crappier than mine then all's