This vision of the study session was a year later.
Sophomore Sam laid on the chair lazily, looking down at a textbook while twirling a pencil in his hand. It was fairly clear that he had gotten used to being here. On the other side was Ananta. She had a notebook open along with a mechanical pencil next to it. However, she wasn't looking at that, but rather the person across from her.
A drawn out sight came from Sophomore Sam.
"Ironic how it's called Stoke's Theorem, but I'm really not stoked to learn it."
Ananta laughed and placed one hand on her cheek.
"It's not his fault that his last name was that."
Sophomore Sam leaned back in the chair.
"Why are these people named after all these theorems anyway? So many of them are just basically the same formula, like this one and Green's Theorem."
Ananta shrugged her shoulders.
"What? You don't want your name passed down in history?"
Sophomore Sam clicked his tongue and rested his head on the top of the backrest.
