i have been content. the study of solitude has been coming in handy with the pleasure of being alone. the only thing i can really count on now is the art of being alone. but i don’t mind, it doesn’t hurt me if i am alone, for i am use to it. i can only count on myself.
i could sit here and study her face for hours
from her blood red lips
to her kind blue eyes
but that would be wrong,
in all meanings of the word.
if only her love for me was stronger
than her hate
then maybe the world would be a much happier place
Estudair. Studying is at first bad, but it’s somewhat reflective to sit for a while and study something simple, like an object. It’s meditative to only think on one thing for a period of time.
I was up late last night. All sorts of things went through my mind, and each one of them, I attended to. Sort of like a nurse to her patients, all lined up like ducks in a row, and I paid dearly for it. For the work itself never got done; my fancies of everything made sure of that.
i hate to study. im just not good at it. whenever i study for anything, i end up worse then when i started. regardless of the topic, whenever i see a textbook full of info i dont know in front of me…i immediently start to stress more then normal. so in the end, maybe ill be better off just bullshitting the test.
I study hard, or at least… I try to. Sometimes it’s hard to focus. Especially when you’re next to me, your hand on my leg, or playing with my hair. You make studying hard. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. =) Because… you are my world. I’d rather spend my time studying you. The things you say, the things you like… I want to memorize you.
i like to think of studying not as the worn idea of homework and other school related material but as the process of research and one’s own exploration into the heart of any given subject. it is the art to be discovered in the nature of things. the intimate exploration in which one learns to get their hands dirty, to embark on a journey, to then come out changed at the end. study is not to merely familiarize with available resources but to use such resources for their potential so that their true benefits and rewards may be appreciated and put to innovative and extraordinary use. this is the formula that changes minds and ambitions and history.
10 p.m. I try to open the book. 10:30 p.m. book is opened, and so is my laptop. Before you know it, 1 a.m. rolls around and the book has not been touched.
I studied her boy features intently. From her soft red lips to those amazing blue eyes. Her smile curved and made me melt. Her touch was smooth, and her figure was perfect. If anything this way what it felt to be truly attracted to someone but that wasn’t why I was staring. I saw her everyday all the time and it was always the same. I just studied her all the time, the way she moved became my slow addiction. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her as she told me to go away. If I were to pull her in maybe we could have that romantic comedy ending where everything goes right and everyone is happy. If only, but sadly this was real life and she was really pissed.
my eyes flicker over the room like a hummingbird over flowers. my room, naturally, is absolutely perfect. there are no clothes on the floor. there are no papers on my desk. there is not a speck of dust on the floor, no photos hanging sideways on the wall, nothing. it is neat and perfect and exactly how i usually like it.
but today it’s horrible. it’s all wrong. it makes me want to be somewhere, anywhere, where it actually looks like somebody lives. not here. this room is void of life.
it’s like you’ve disappeared entirely, and this house is not a home anymore.
He was waiting for her in the study. As she crossed the threshold, marking her doom, he sprang in to motion. She barely had time to scream. Teeth sunk into flesh as he drained her of her precious life. She never even saw it coming.
I never study. I have horrible study habits, and my grades reflect that. I literally don’t know how. I know that everyone says this, but Iife I could remember Chemistry like I remember song lyrics I would be set for life.
Study the line of her face, dissociate the line form what you think it is, now look at it as it actually exists. Draw it. Now crumple up that drawing and draw it again.
“I. Will. Never. Remember. This.” I groan as I hunch over the countless sheets of paper on my desk trying to memorize endless biological terms and their meanings. I’m litterally tearing my hear out as I sit in the semi-darkness at eleven o’clock, not going to bed because I know I have a test the next day and I can’t afford to fail this one too. Oh why do we have to learn this rubbish; it’s not like I’ll ever need to know what a mylin sheath is!? I sigh and return to my vocabulary lists but the words swim in front of my eyes becoming even more confusing than they already were. I let my head fall on to my desk and fall asleep, I’ve had enough of studying.
I like to study, well actually I don’t like to study. It’s pretty damn broning, I’d rather play bro-games and brokemon instead. Maybe even make some bro-ish soup. Bro-ish soup is pretty darn delicious. Broishly delicious. Well, studying ain’t that bad I guess.
it’s the basis of
thought.
Memorization.
it’s what separates students
from those
who just talk the talk.
and it’s what makes
everybody
own
the human truth
that maybe, just maybe
we don’t know it all
after all.
I study a lot. I have no idea what life is like without school. After graduation in a month, I will no longer need to study every day. Will it be freedom or discomfort? School is all I know.
You must study to do good on a test.
If you don’t study hard, you might not get what they are trying to teach you.
We all had to study the plant for our science project.
hours and hours bent over books of the most boring subjects, nagging parents and teachers, commiting to memory information that will never help you in life
i have been content. the study of solitude has been coming in handy with the pleasure of being alone. the only thing i can really count on now is the art of being alone. but i don’t mind, it doesn’t hurt me if i am alone, for i am use to it. i can only count on myself.
“I’m going to study!” I yelled to my mother, as I ran upstairs to my room.
studyicious is I.
Most people will not study for a big test but i do
to practice something or to try to memorize numbers or whatever they are studying
ill study for abig test whe- pffff HAHAHAHA who am i kidding i never study hahahahaha!!!!!
i could sit here and study her face for hours
from her blood red lips
to her kind blue eyes
but that would be wrong,
in all meanings of the word.
if only her love for me was stronger
than her hate
then maybe the world would be a much happier place
Estudair. Studying is at first bad, but it’s somewhat reflective to sit for a while and study something simple, like an object. It’s meditative to only think on one thing for a period of time.
I was up late last night. All sorts of things went through my mind, and each one of them, I attended to. Sort of like a nurse to her patients, all lined up like ducks in a row, and I paid dearly for it. For the work itself never got done; my fancies of everything made sure of that.
i hate to study. im just not good at it. whenever i study for anything, i end up worse then when i started. regardless of the topic, whenever i see a textbook full of info i dont know in front of me…i immediently start to stress more then normal. so in the end, maybe ill be better off just bullshitting the test.
I study hard, or at least… I try to. Sometimes it’s hard to focus. Especially when you’re next to me, your hand on my leg, or playing with my hair. You make studying hard. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. =) Because… you are my world. I’d rather spend my time studying you. The things you say, the things you like… I want to memorize you.
stupid word, so I thought in high school. study how do do bong hits maybe. haha much for fun
i like to think of studying not as the worn idea of homework and other school related material but as the process of research and one’s own exploration into the heart of any given subject. it is the art to be discovered in the nature of things. the intimate exploration in which one learns to get their hands dirty, to embark on a journey, to then come out changed at the end. study is not to merely familiarize with available resources but to use such resources for their potential so that their true benefits and rewards may be appreciated and put to innovative and extraordinary use. this is the formula that changes minds and ambitions and history.
10 p.m. I try to open the book. 10:30 p.m. book is opened, and so is my laptop. Before you know it, 1 a.m. rolls around and the book has not been touched.
It’s tough to studying at own home.
I studied her boy features intently. From her soft red lips to those amazing blue eyes. Her smile curved and made me melt. Her touch was smooth, and her figure was perfect. If anything this way what it felt to be truly attracted to someone but that wasn’t why I was staring. I saw her everyday all the time and it was always the same. I just studied her all the time, the way she moved became my slow addiction. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her as she told me to go away. If I were to pull her in maybe we could have that romantic comedy ending where everything goes right and everyone is happy. If only, but sadly this was real life and she was really pissed.
my eyes flicker over the room like a hummingbird over flowers. my room, naturally, is absolutely perfect. there are no clothes on the floor. there are no papers on my desk. there is not a speck of dust on the floor, no photos hanging sideways on the wall, nothing. it is neat and perfect and exactly how i usually like it.
but today it’s horrible. it’s all wrong. it makes me want to be somewhere, anywhere, where it actually looks like somebody lives. not here. this room is void of life.
it’s like you’ve disappeared entirely, and this house is not a home anymore.
Of all the things to fail to do, study is the worst the possible choice.
-lazy college student
He was waiting for her in the study. As she crossed the threshold, marking her doom, he sprang in to motion. She barely had time to scream. Teeth sunk into flesh as he drained her of her precious life. She never even saw it coming.
I never study. I have horrible study habits, and my grades reflect that. I literally don’t know how. I know that everyone says this, but Iife I could remember Chemistry like I remember song lyrics I would be set for life.
To have good grades in school, you have to study. I study hard in school and study about aircraft.
i study all most never i study in my spare time not i hate studying i hate this class!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To learn or to study for a test to get a good grade.
To watch for a long time.To get ready for a test.
I soon will study the art of karteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ha just kidding
love the sport
you need to study to get better at something like math
Study the line of her face, dissociate the line form what you think it is, now look at it as it actually exists. Draw it. Now crumple up that drawing and draw it again.
“I. Will. Never. Remember. This.” I groan as I hunch over the countless sheets of paper on my desk trying to memorize endless biological terms and their meanings. I’m litterally tearing my hear out as I sit in the semi-darkness at eleven o’clock, not going to bed because I know I have a test the next day and I can’t afford to fail this one too. Oh why do we have to learn this rubbish; it’s not like I’ll ever need to know what a mylin sheath is!? I sigh and return to my vocabulary lists but the words swim in front of my eyes becoming even more confusing than they already were. I let my head fall on to my desk and fall asleep, I’ve had enough of studying.
I like to study, well actually I don’t like to study. It’s pretty damn broning, I’d rather play bro-games and brokemon instead. Maybe even make some bro-ish soup. Bro-ish soup is pretty darn delicious. Broishly delicious. Well, studying ain’t that bad I guess.
it’s the basis of
thought.
Memorization.
it’s what separates students
from those
who just talk the talk.
and it’s what makes
everybody
own
the human truth
that maybe, just maybe
we don’t know it all
after all.
I study a lot. I have no idea what life is like without school. After graduation in a month, I will no longer need to study every day. Will it be freedom or discomfort? School is all I know.
i study for music class and math each and every day
so i study a lot every day
i sometimes study only for like aims but for the most part i do not study that much
You must study to do good on a test.
If you don’t study hard, you might not get what they are trying to teach you.
We all had to study the plant for our science project.
People usually study for big test.
Usually people study out of books or off of other papers.
We go to school to learn and to study new things.
We study for tests that could be hard and sometimes not, but we study anyway.
hours and hours bent over books of the most boring subjects, nagging parents and teachers, commiting to memory information that will never help you in life
these are the horrors of studying
“Hey, Joe, you want to come over and study for the big test?”
study is in many words, study hall ,study lots, and study your momma!
Study subject matter thoroughly, and you will become smarter. Study why that subject matter is important to humanity, and you will become wiser.