My Stud Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You are mixing the glands up.” I look down at my note and bite on my lower lip. Damn it! He's right. I've been so distracted that I've been writing the wrong gland labels. “What are you doing here?” I don't look at him as I grab my eraser. “Studying.” “The library is big. Study somewhere else,” I spit, my chest rising and falling. “I like this spot.” I can imagine the infuriating smirk on his lips right now. “Good lighting.” “Knox—”

Ned try to reason with him. "Ned Liu."Stuart yell and get up abruptly flinging the map away. "My former dorm as one of the largest t.v.,Two king sized beds,beautiful chandeliers,my own private Jacuzzi bath plus computer and study room" Ned sigh and massage his temple. "I can't manage this." "Stuart,please okay,you're going and that's final" "I won't douche bag,you know when I decide to commit suicide then you'll take my word seriously" Stuart sit on the bed and cross his legs.

)I asked her "your well wisher," she replied "Please don't tell mom you know how she is, pretty please." I pleaded "fine this time I will but not every time I will stop it's about your safety," she said and I smiled We reached our college late thanks to that king of arrogance. "first period is missed," Stuti said glaring at me Did I mention she is a bookworm? Well I didn't. She is a very studious student but I'm not. I'm an average student. 90 percent is passed 40 percent also is passed. So why take tension?

I roll my eyes at him and look back at my screen. “What are you studying?” He asks, looking down at my computer before he gags at the images of cadavers. “What the fuck is that?” He yells and I smack his chest to quiet him. “Anatomy.” I say, averting my gaze back to the screen. “Why are you studying this creepy ass shit?” Micah asks, looking everywhere but at the screen. I can’t help but smile at his squeamishness. I’ve seen him disembowel rogues and this grosses him out?

“I’m guessing you're a college student. Don’t tell me you’re offended by being called young.” I clear my throat, wiping my mouth with a napkin. “You're right. 22, and a college student.” “Ah,” he says, like he’s filing the information away in some secret drawer. “That's interesting, but you don't seem to study in any university in the city.” I narrow my eyes. How would he know that? “What? Are you a stalker or something?” The words slip out before I can swallow them back.

Fatima sighs, on her fourth cup of coffee. It makes me wince. Coffee has never really been my thing, and it messed with my diet too much. “You’re on your way to top three best students, that’s enough motivation.” I say, patting her on the back. She sniffed. “Nobody is obsessed with that you fucking weirdo.” I grin at her, and that was it. I used up my assigned two minutes per hour to talk, it was back to the books. There’s no one on earth who knew me prior to Elijah Stone that would believe I actually studied for a test anyway.

Just his thoughts are enough to make me blush . Brushing those thoughts away . I stared at the various boxes filled with my clothes and stuff . Today is the day I move into college. My grades were good enough to get me into the best university in the continent to study my dream course which is computer science . The Marina Institute of Technology is renowned as the best school to study computer-related courses. At Marina Institute of Technology students are immersed in a cutting-edge learning environment that fosters innovation, creativity, and technical expertise. The school stands out for its exceptional

—I smiled— are you studying? -Yes, I go to university. Not to Stanford but to another one near here. Stan told me you study psychology. "That's right, what do you study?" I like the pharmacy. -Interesting. "Now come on, we have a lot to do." I listened to Martha and we both left my room, she went to the kitchen and I stayed looking for the cleaning things. First I dedicated myself to cleaning the rooms upstairs, most of them were empty and there were about six empty rooms. Helena and Romario had gone out to buy some things, or so I heard Stan say. So I dedicated myself to cleaning his room. It was big, it had many luxurious things, portraits, dirty clothes thrown on the floor. I took the tra

Since I need to show Lia's bright smiles again. I keep taking deep breathes after putting all my notebooks on the desk. "I don't know where to start." But that wouldn't make me finish any time sooner, that's why I've decided to start where I think the easiest part is. To be honest, I'm not good at studying, but I'm not bad at it either. I'm in the middle, just plain and average. The type of student you'll see in the background, one of the extras in a teen drama.

Me: Thank you! Leonardo; sure Me; Anyway,I should get going. The typing bubble appeared quickly. Leonardo; Going where? Me; I need to study before I fail another class. Leonardo; ? I blinked. Then another message appeared. Leonardo; You fail classes? I sighed and typed back. Me; Not really, But one of my professors has been really harsh with grading lately. I continued. Me; I have a feeling it’s solely because I’m a scholarship student. The message delivered.