Funny Textbook Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.

You are just not someone I can honestly be jealous about. I grinned, full-blown now, unable to help it. ME: Uh-huh. Sure. So there's really nothing about me that's appealing to you? PINK_LIPS: Exactly. This time, I actually laughed out loud—just a sharp breath through my nose—but it earned me a warning look from Mr. Healy. “Something funny, Mr. Burkhart?” he asked. I cleared my throat. “No, sir. Just—natural selection.” A few students snickered.

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

She protested, "I read it for an entire afternoon, and I feel like I've learned a lot!" "Oh, did you?" He arched a brow doubtfully. "Textbooks love to go on and on about simple concepts. You'll be reading pages when something can be explained with a few sentences. I thought only average college students would fall victim to these textbooks; I didn't expect you to be affected too, Ms. Torrey." "You—" She clearly detected the mockery in his tone.

He mocked, some laughed while others rolled their eyes. "According to the new edited textbook, published in the year 2018, the method for solving this question has been changed and that it's what is used up till date." Merry said with all the boldness she could muster. "Excuse me?" Professor Smith said, taken aback. Students began to murmur. Few minutes passed... "Oh my goodness!" Someone from the back shouted. "Yes it is" "Yes!!" The class soon erupted in noise as students began to confirm that what the girl has said was right, they were surprised.

I replied sarcastically. "Don't be too quick to judge, Steyn." He drawled out my name slowly. "Typical playboy." I scoffed. "I heard that." He replied "I wasn't trying to hide the fact." I retorted, pulling out my Biology textbook and flipping over to the page. I scoffed. It wasn't a shitty page. Biology was definitely very interesting, I thought as I delved deeper into the day's lesson. Keyword, I thought, until my hair was yanked.back with a force that was too purposeful to be a mistake.

"You there!" a voice called out from below. I turned quickly and saw the professor staring in my direction. I froze, like a deer in headlights. Mackenzie’s feet slid slowly off my back. I gingerly pointed a finger at my chest, mouthing, "Me?" "Yeah, you, the little guy up near the top," the old coot said matter-of-factly. Behind me, I heard Mackenzie stifle a laugh at the teacher's diminutive description. “To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not be false to any man,” the professor quoted with dramatic flair.

“And that will be all for today,” I said cheerfully, much to the relief of everyone seated in the lecture hall. “Make sure to read pages eight through twenty-five of your textbooks before our next class. I expect active participation.” The sighs of relief quickly turned into tormented groans. “Professor, I lost my textbook…” a student piped up over the grumbles, batting his eyelashes at me in an exaggerated display of innocence. “May I be exempt from the discussion?”

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

He was busy jotting down something in his book. I glanced in Mr Monroe's direction as he began the lesson. He had a stern expression, one I never saw before. How does he even teach while the class is making fun of us? They saw those commercial advertisements on social media. There is no turning back now because we could still get into trouble because of all this. I looked down at my textbook as Mr Monroe's voice was drowned out.