Library Studying Novels & Stories

We talked about a lot of things as we arranged, dropping each one where it was meant to be and in order. Stacey told me about her course of study, as well as that of the rest student wolves. A majority of them were in one field of engineering or the other. Stacey and one other girl were studying medicine. And Cole the sleepy one was attending school to become a professional footballer. But it was just Saturday and I had the whole weekend to ease my nerves before attending school by Monday. I was about to say it when Stacey asked if I cared for a stroll. Of course, I did. I'd love to get to know about my new environment.

He flips through the script and without looking up answers, “I also have a Ph.D. from Harvard Business School, a Master’s degree from Yale School of Psychology and Law, and I studied management and economics at MIT. It’s too bad that I only had enough time to get a Bachelor’s degree.” “Whoaaa…. I shouldn’t be talking to you. It’s not good for my confidence. Philomath!” “Philomath?” “Yeah, someone who likes to study.” “I see.” He nods. “But how can you study so much in so little time? I mean everything?” “There are some universities that allow you to study more than one course at a time.” “But what’s the point of studying so much?” “Everything is naturally of use. It’s better to know some stu

"This is a restricted area." "And yet here you are.” Caleb laughed. It was a nervous sound, high and quick. "We're not in it. We were just... leaving." "At 9 AM on a Saturday?" "The basement is quiet. Good for studying." He shrugged. "No distractions." I looked at the textbooks in their hands. Advanced Biochemistry. Molecular Genetics. Journal of Forensic Sciences. "Why would you be studying in a restricted lab with a key card and a code you're not supposed to have?"

Finals were way worse than midterms, Leesa quickly discovered. Not only was there twice as much material to study and remember, but the exams counted as a much bigger portion of the final grade, making the pressure that much greater. Everyone in the dorm was feeling it—everyone but Stacie, that was. Stacie was a brainiac who never studied past eleven o’clock and still got nothing but A’s. She was always smiling and energetic, when glassy stares and dragging gaits had become the norm.

It was just James. She turned her back. She saw a seat nearby, hiding under a small circular desk. She walked towards it. Lily pulled the seat out and sat on it. She saw the other scholars sitting on the chairs as similar as hers. The desks were in a circular pattern which make them face each other. In the middle was a hole, a space that James can stand on and discuss whatever should we study. She watched James walk to the hole. He stood there with confidence, like what leaders need. With him was a textbook between his right armpit. He hacked while his two hands rested next to his legs.

*LYCIA* “I give up! I can’t do this anymore,” I huffed looking at Reemus with a pleading look to grant me a break. “Well you aren’t completely hopeless like I thought. You are a fast learner be it etiquettes or learning about the politics and history but there is a lot that you still have to learn about before you could even cover one tenth of the lesson plan I have prepared for you,” he said pointing at the stacks of books and manuscripts kept on a side table in the study room that had been prepared for me.

Aurora’s POV Things were changing, slowly but unmistakably, like cracks spreading across a frozen lake. Exams had taken over Ridgewood Academy like a relentless storm. The campus buzzed with anxious energy—students huddled in the library until closing, coffee cups littering every table, and whispered discussions about past papers and essay structures filling the air. I threw myself into the chaos with almost punishing dedication. Notebooks filled with meticulous notes, practice tests completed late into the night, and group review sessions that left me mentally drained but physically present. It was easier this way. Studying gave me a purpose that didn’t involve confronting the mess I had ma

“You know, the fun side of studying “. Haven snorted loudly. “Keep lying to yourself, nerd. There’s no fun side of studying “. “There actually is if you’ll just give it a try “. She said trying to convince him. “Come on, just let show you how college actually works “. “The partying, frats, ladies ...?”. “No. The studying, passing of tests, and high cgpa points “. She corrected him. Haven sighed softly. “So how are you going to do this ? You are going to start tutoring me again, aren’t you ?”. “Um”. Ariel shrugged. “You’ve expressed it a lot that you don’t like me tutoring you so maybe I won’t try that “.

So with sigh, and perhaps, with my bribe in mind, he would continue explaining. It took us a while to move on to another subject because the girls were indeed very eager to actually learn. I thought when someone says study group, it’s just a lame excuse to chat and hang-out after school. But they actually study. It must be because our finals are in a month and the college entrance exams are nearing too. They even argued about what to study first in Math. I remember Catherine had a hard time in Standard Deviation and Variance, so I suggested that. “Let’s review inductive and deductive reasoning first.” Lisa presented.

She sounded both amused and disgusted. "Yeah, I mean a person would think you're some kind of psycho with you smiling at the diagram that way," Idris said. It was then that their words registered. We were at Ayo's house to study for the final exams. Laura and I were science students, Ayo was in arts and Idris was in the commercial department. I was supposed to study the diagram before me but I barely even saw it. I had to focus because the exams were in a few days and I had been preparing for them for the past two months. I needed excellent grades so that I could apply for scholarships to take some of the burdens off my mom.