Study? No. What for? Is it really worth it? Will I actually use anything of what’s taught to me? No. No. Most definitely not. I’d much rather run and jump, crushing dry leafs under me feet. I’d much rather fall, scratching my knees, yet knowing it is a little price to pay, for going out to the sun and wind. Ridiculous to say, that what I learn inside four walls shall be more useful, important or strong than what I learn through laughter, sweat, tears and knee scratches to and fro. I shall never study other than the subtle pleasures of life, and who knows, maybe one day, after I’ve lived through the fields and falls, I shall enter and see the misspellings of what was wrote.
Simon Vargas
The pencil clacked against her paper. She couldn’t remember simple equations..how could she pass this test? She sighed and tossed another roll of paper on the floor. Her friends all got it..why couldn’t she? She sighed and screamed in frustration, giving up.
Jennifer
I hate to study. I hate to study what I’m forced to in college. I would rather study whatever I wanted. That’s why I love stumbling. I can learn whatever I want. I hate paying college hundreds to watch youtube videos and cut up magazines. I’m not 12. I can better educate myself by my own means, in my opinion.
Cschandler
well, it seems i have already written about this word; however, i am desperate for something to write, so i will write about it again. to study is to learn, to learn is to know, to know is to grow, and to grow is to thrive. our goal is to thrive and use our knowledge to help others thrive, so obviously, this all starts with studying, right? yeah, sure, i guess…
She sat in her study, perched on the edge of the desk with a sultry come-hither look. He carried her Starbucks double chocolatey-chip frappuccino on a platter.
I hate studying. My brain begins to hurt. The words start to flip upside down. I see the words in double like a drunk person.
lauren
I should have studied more for my SAT’s. Then I would have been able to get into a good college. But then again, that probably wouldn’t matter anyway because when I was 20 I got really sick with this incurable life wrecking bladder disease that wreaks havoc on my life. I had to drop out of college my freshman year.
do well, learn lots. be interested, don’t learn just to get a grade. study so that you may attain knowledge about this world, and think on a whole different level. come on, you’ll enjoy it if you just try. i promise…
Julie Marie
I sit and study his behaviors, and yet I’m not totally convinced. Study the movements and motions of one man can be so draining and yet I come home everyday and try to adhere to the senses of what encompasses him. His words are smooth as velvet, and they make everything in the world seem like simple common sense, but I’m not quite sure if he even adheres to these beliefs. From the study of his actions as much as he would like to believe he is there, my observations reasonably say that he’s not.
one two three
one two three
i am studying
buuttt
facebook is taking over me
i loook at my notifications
its more interesting then study
a simple email can distracted me
why do i have to study when there is
facebook?
Khloe
I don’t really like to study, but I do like to learn. Studying is necessary, though. I like books and note cards. The smell of the paper. I like easily flowing pens that don’t run through the page or smudge. I go to college to history and many other subjects. I’m dedicated to studying because I want to learn and make something of myself.
Lisa Demarais
Everyday I find it harder to study the notes that you left on my empty bed…. The ceiling tiles seem to mock my efforts at masturbation, and the windowpane still rattles your name….
study the blank screen, hands of the clock won’t wait for you unless you snap them in half and twist them together in metal braids
the numbers are shape shifting, this is
the matrix
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Troller
She sits in her study awaiting her partner in writing. she has a crush on him. or atleast that is what she feels when she thinks of the smell he carries. a fusioun of oak wood, musk and dry citrus. she enjoyed this the last time they road in the car together.
study study study that is all you hear from a teachers mouth they think you have no life of your own the think your life is surrounded by homework and studying what the teachers need to learn is that kids more teens have life’s they have the type of life where they want to go out with friends and just hang they have the type of life where they just want to explore i mean what is the big idea of studying i don’t study and i still pass test and quizzes i mean don’t get me wrong people do have to study because they might not have the same learning tools you have they might need a extra bit of time just to see how things work and how things fit into there life some people think studying is a en joyful thing but hey that’s them people do what they want to do just let them live their life and STUDY or NOT STUDY
-SWAGGG
christina edwards
I sit and study his behaviors, and yet I’m not totally convinced. Study the movements and motions of one man can be so draining and yet I come home everyday and try to adhere to the senses of what encompasses him. His words are smooth as velvet, and they make everything in the world seem like simple common sense, but I’m not quite sure if he even adheres to these believes. From the study of his actions as much as he would like to believe he is there, my observations reasonably say that he’s not.
I sit and study his behaviors, and yet I’m not totally convinced. Study the movements and motions of one man can be so draining and yet I come home everyday and try to adhere to the senses of what encompasses him. His words are smooth as velvet, and they make everything in the world seem like simple common sense, but I’m not quite sure if he even adheres to these believes. From the study of his actions as much as he would like to believe he is there, my instincts say he’s not.
studying is such a hard thing to do. most of the time, i don’t have to study because I am an art student, but when it comes around… I am not used to it. I tend to laze and procrastinate. and of course, there is the weed. oh sweet, sweet mary jane. how lovely.
i cannot wait for thanksgiving. oh wow! turkey.
kerrie baker
again, please follow the entries, blindness, i’m just read it, it’s from jose saramago, i was worried abaut beautiful moments and awful moments, i love my life, love living in my house, with my parents and brothers, i can’t be different
i have to study for exams and write my speeh but instead i am wasting time ahh i have to present my speech tomorrow but i don’t even have a topic. i never study but i get good grades and done
Aimee
I’ve taken to studying- your face, that is. And so far, I’ve learned one thing. No matter what happens, no matter how long we’re apart, no matter who tries to stop me, I will always, always, always love that face.
The weekend will not be filled with study, unless it that study is focused on music, writing music, and writing period. Repeat this mantra over and over until it becomes a reality. Good thought, but reality and fantasy never seem to meet. Pity.
All our life we study but still we feel we know nothing… everything one study become complicated with passage of time and we think is it worth it.. n yes every time the same voice we hear yes its totally worth it.
“I cudda been a contenda,” he said dribbling down his front as usual. “I cudda been somebody, youknowwarrimean?”
I didn’t really but I was happy to indulge the plankhead if it meant I would get a little peace to study the racing form for the 3.30 at Doncaster. Having a talking horse isn’t the gift one would imagine.
She studied the features of his face. He wasn’t particularly beautiful but she liked the shape of his lips. Her eyes lingered on them as he spoke casually to her. Blinking suddenly she realized she hadn’t heard a word he said. She smiled and nodded, feeling foolish but as soon as she regained her footing she felt herself slide back into her daydream.
The boy bit the tip of his pencil, scrunching up his nose. The book in front of him had to be made from an alien language. He shook his head, shaggy hair falling into his face. This would take forever to learn, and possibly he would never learn.
I study your face. You don’t notice it but I do. I study the curves of your lips, the point of your cheek, the slender fall of your nose. I just can’t look away. It’s all just so wodnerful.
i don’t believe in studying. perhaps its an illogical method created by the ones who pretend to care, perhaps its nothing but an excuse. an excuse to avoid the others, an excuse to keep your eyes trained away.
Soren
i really should be studying for my classes but instead im on this website. why can’t i motivate myself to do school work instead? why am i always wasting my time on the internet? i need the internet to stop being so awesome
marisa
study hard, cram, or just simply study ahead of the scheduled examinations.
russel
I can’t help but look, my eyes are drawn to you of their own accord. I want to learn everything about you, I have this insatiable need to know every nook and cranny of your soul. Some parts are transparent but some are invisible, and those are the very parts I want to know most. Give me your secrets and lies and mistakes; I’ll hand you my accidents and embarrassments and insecurities.
This time, I’m not going to daydream about you, I’m going to make you real.
Study time was replaced with chips and drinking that night, while Stacy and I used our textbooks for propping up our glasses. The TV was blaring a re-run of Frasier, and I liked how we both laughed at the witticisms. My twin brother Terry had fallen asleep on the sofa with the empty bowl used for popcorn rocking on his stomach.
“I had a good time tonight,” Stacy said when she was about to leave.
“Yeah, you can thank Napoleon for that.”
Belinda Roddie
Procastination is the root of all evils. Study is what leads you to success if you do it the way you understand it. There is no limits. You are the owner of your knowledge.
Study? No. What for? Is it really worth it? Will I actually use anything of what’s taught to me? No. No. Most definitely not. I’d much rather run and jump, crushing dry leafs under me feet. I’d much rather fall, scratching my knees, yet knowing it is a little price to pay, for going out to the sun and wind. Ridiculous to say, that what I learn inside four walls shall be more useful, important or strong than what I learn through laughter, sweat, tears and knee scratches to and fro. I shall never study other than the subtle pleasures of life, and who knows, maybe one day, after I’ve lived through the fields and falls, I shall enter and see the misspellings of what was wrote.
The pencil clacked against her paper. She couldn’t remember simple equations..how could she pass this test? She sighed and tossed another roll of paper on the floor. Her friends all got it..why couldn’t she? She sighed and screamed in frustration, giving up.
I hate to study. I hate to study what I’m forced to in college. I would rather study whatever I wanted. That’s why I love stumbling. I can learn whatever I want. I hate paying college hundreds to watch youtube videos and cut up magazines. I’m not 12. I can better educate myself by my own means, in my opinion.
well, it seems i have already written about this word; however, i am desperate for something to write, so i will write about it again. to study is to learn, to learn is to know, to know is to grow, and to grow is to thrive. our goal is to thrive and use our knowledge to help others thrive, so obviously, this all starts with studying, right? yeah, sure, i guess…
“Study”, they say. Study study study. But, the way I’m being forced to learn isn’t working.
all i do is study.
all i do is think and write and retain.
so much for the college life, huh?
She sat in her study, perched on the edge of the desk with a sultry come-hither look. He carried her Starbucks double chocolatey-chip frappuccino on a platter.
I hate studying. My brain begins to hurt. The words start to flip upside down. I see the words in double like a drunk person.
I should have studied more for my SAT’s. Then I would have been able to get into a good college. But then again, that probably wouldn’t matter anyway because when I was 20 I got really sick with this incurable life wrecking bladder disease that wreaks havoc on my life. I had to drop out of college my freshman year.
do well, learn lots. be interested, don’t learn just to get a grade. study so that you may attain knowledge about this world, and think on a whole different level. come on, you’ll enjoy it if you just try. i promise…
I sit and study his behaviors, and yet I’m not totally convinced. Study the movements and motions of one man can be so draining and yet I come home everyday and try to adhere to the senses of what encompasses him. His words are smooth as velvet, and they make everything in the world seem like simple common sense, but I’m not quite sure if he even adheres to these beliefs. From the study of his actions as much as he would like to believe he is there, my observations reasonably say that he’s not.
one two three
one two three
i am studying
buuttt
facebook is taking over me
i loook at my notifications
its more interesting then study
a simple email can distracted me
why do i have to study when there is
facebook?
I don’t really like to study, but I do like to learn. Studying is necessary, though. I like books and note cards. The smell of the paper. I like easily flowing pens that don’t run through the page or smudge. I go to college to history and many other subjects. I’m dedicated to studying because I want to learn and make something of myself.
Everyday I find it harder to study the notes that you left on my empty bed…. The ceiling tiles seem to mock my efforts at masturbation, and the windowpane still rattles your name….
study the blank screen, hands of the clock won’t wait for you unless you snap them in half and twist them together in metal braids
the numbers are shape shifting, this is
the matrix
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She sits in her study awaiting her partner in writing. she has a crush on him. or atleast that is what she feels when she thinks of the smell he carries. a fusioun of oak wood, musk and dry citrus. she enjoyed this the last time they road in the car together.
study study study that is all you hear from a teachers mouth they think you have no life of your own the think your life is surrounded by homework and studying what the teachers need to learn is that kids more teens have life’s they have the type of life where they want to go out with friends and just hang they have the type of life where they just want to explore i mean what is the big idea of studying i don’t study and i still pass test and quizzes i mean don’t get me wrong people do have to study because they might not have the same learning tools you have they might need a extra bit of time just to see how things work and how things fit into there life some people think studying is a en joyful thing but hey that’s them people do what they want to do just let them live their life and STUDY or NOT STUDY
-SWAGGG
I sit and study his behaviors, and yet I’m not totally convinced. Study the movements and motions of one man can be so draining and yet I come home everyday and try to adhere to the senses of what encompasses him. His words are smooth as velvet, and they make everything in the world seem like simple common sense, but I’m not quite sure if he even adheres to these believes. From the study of his actions as much as he would like to believe he is there, my observations reasonably say that he’s not.
I sit and study his behaviors, and yet I’m not totally convinced. Study the movements and motions of one man can be so draining and yet I come home everyday and try to adhere to the senses of what encompasses him. His words are smooth as velvet, and they make everything in the world seem like simple common sense, but I’m not quite sure if he even adheres to these believes. From the study of his actions as much as he would like to believe he is there, my instincts say he’s not.
studying is such a hard thing to do. most of the time, i don’t have to study because I am an art student, but when it comes around… I am not used to it. I tend to laze and procrastinate. and of course, there is the weed. oh sweet, sweet mary jane. how lovely.
i cannot wait for thanksgiving. oh wow! turkey.
again, please follow the entries, blindness, i’m just read it, it’s from jose saramago, i was worried abaut beautiful moments and awful moments, i love my life, love living in my house, with my parents and brothers, i can’t be different
I need to improve my skills, because I’m learning English, I wich write better and better everyday.
I really do not want to talk about this
i have to study for exams and write my speeh but instead i am wasting time ahh i have to present my speech tomorrow but i don’t even have a topic. i never study but i get good grades and done
I’ve taken to studying- your face, that is. And so far, I’ve learned one thing. No matter what happens, no matter how long we’re apart, no matter who tries to stop me, I will always, always, always love that face.
I really need to study for my final in COMP1000. I have to if there is any hope of me getting an B or even possibly an A.
The weekend will not be filled with study, unless it that study is focused on music, writing music, and writing period. Repeat this mantra over and over until it becomes a reality. Good thought, but reality and fantasy never seem to meet. Pity.
All our life we study but still we feel we know nothing… everything one study become complicated with passage of time and we think is it worth it.. n yes every time the same voice we hear yes its totally worth it.
“I cudda been a contenda,” he said dribbling down his front as usual. “I cudda been somebody, youknowwarrimean?”
I didn’t really but I was happy to indulge the plankhead if it meant I would get a little peace to study the racing form for the 3.30 at Doncaster. Having a talking horse isn’t the gift one would imagine.
I bent over my text book, frantic to glean information for the test I was about to take. Great planing…
She studied the features of his face. He wasn’t particularly beautiful but she liked the shape of his lips. Her eyes lingered on them as he spoke casually to her. Blinking suddenly she realized she hadn’t heard a word he said. She smiled and nodded, feeling foolish but as soon as she regained her footing she felt herself slide back into her daydream.
The boy bit the tip of his pencil, scrunching up his nose. The book in front of him had to be made from an alien language. He shook his head, shaggy hair falling into his face. This would take forever to learn, and possibly he would never learn.
I study your face. You don’t notice it but I do. I study the curves of your lips, the point of your cheek, the slender fall of your nose. I just can’t look away. It’s all just so wodnerful.
i don’t believe in studying. perhaps its an illogical method created by the ones who pretend to care, perhaps its nothing but an excuse. an excuse to avoid the others, an excuse to keep your eyes trained away.
i really should be studying for my classes but instead im on this website. why can’t i motivate myself to do school work instead? why am i always wasting my time on the internet? i need the internet to stop being so awesome
study hard, cram, or just simply study ahead of the scheduled examinations.
I can’t help but look, my eyes are drawn to you of their own accord. I want to learn everything about you, I have this insatiable need to know every nook and cranny of your soul. Some parts are transparent but some are invisible, and those are the very parts I want to know most. Give me your secrets and lies and mistakes; I’ll hand you my accidents and embarrassments and insecurities.
This time, I’m not going to daydream about you, I’m going to make you real.
Study time was replaced with chips and drinking that night, while Stacy and I used our textbooks for propping up our glasses. The TV was blaring a re-run of Frasier, and I liked how we both laughed at the witticisms. My twin brother Terry had fallen asleep on the sofa with the empty bowl used for popcorn rocking on his stomach.
“I had a good time tonight,” Stacy said when she was about to leave.
“Yeah, you can thank Napoleon for that.”
Procastination is the root of all evils. Study is what leads you to success if you do it the way you understand it. There is no limits. You are the owner of your knowledge.