Academiclife Stories

Apricity Dexin Zamora, student leader, campus journalists and a woman of God. As she explores the life of being a high school student, obstacles that tested her seems too hard, to the point where she questioned her capabilities to handle them. Then suddenly God sent her, a man, "HER MAN". That once just helped her to heal now heals with her.

When seventeen-year-old Rehaan Malhotra joins Greenwood International School, he never expects that sitting beside the quiet and brilliant Priya Deshmukh will change his life. As they navigate friendships, school events, exams, family expectations, and unforgettable memories, their bond grows into a heartfelt story of trust, dreams, and first love. A heartwarming coming-of-age novel filled with friendship, laughter, emotional moments, and a slow-burn romance that celebrates growing up and discovering what truly matters.

-A literal journal of a burnt out kid (who is most definitely not me) "why would someone publish their literal personal diary?" - Me, I just wanted to see who can also relate to my story out there... At any case, I've had my own way of referring to the word 'burnt out', as it is a way for me to express how tired I am of our school system, society, people, and most importantly, expectations. I was once praised too much as a child because excel so much faster than my other peers...

Genre: Contemporary Slow-Burn Romance / Coming-of-Age Setting: Oakbridge, West Ivora, USA | Midwest Institute of Public Health & Policy (MIPHP) After a long journey from a country she once called home, Rhea arrives in the quiet American town of Oakbridge -a place that feels too still, too foreign, too unfamiliar. She's here to begin something new. A program. A life. Maybe even a version of herself she hasn't met yet. But before any of that begins, there are a few days of silence. Of floor mattresses and unfamiliar voices. Of hesitation and almost-turning-back. In the spaces between what she left behind and what lies ahead, Rhea begins to notice things. People. Possibilities. Moments she didn't expect. This isn't the story she thought she came for. It's something quieter. And something just beginning.

When eighteen-year-old Krittika Bose, a dreamer hidden behind books and burdens, meets Ashish Malhotra, her brilliant yet reserved physics teacher, she doesn't expect the equations of her life to change. But some attractions defy logic. Set in the nostalgic streets of 1990s Kolkata, You're My Secret is a slow-burn, forbidden love story that dares to cross boundaries-of age, of societal norms, of silence. Because love doesn't ask for permission. It simply arrives.

Writing a PhD dissertation is one of the most demanding experiences in academic life. It is a journey of exhilaration and fear, filled with sleepless nights, endless rewrites, and a constant battle with doubt. The moment you decide to pursue a doctorate, excitement collides with uncertainty. You dream of research and discovery, yet quickly realize the road is paved with obstacles few talk about. Isolation becomes one of the biggest challenges. While friends advance in their careers, you are often alone, staring at a blank page and questioning every choice. Impostor syndrome whispers that you are not good enough. Yet, within these struggles lie moments of breakthrough - a theory finally making sense, a chapter clicking into place, or data revealing a clear pattern. These small victories breathe life into the long, exhausting process. The dissertation is not a sprint but a marathon. Early stages brim with enthusiasm, but the middle often feels endless, and the final stretch tests every ounce of endurance. Draft after draft is torn apart and rebuilt. Feedback stings, but it slowly shapes your work into something stronger. Through tears, frustration, and rare flashes of triumph, you begin to transform. By the end, you emerge not only with a dissertation but with resilience, discipline, and a new sense of self. You discover that progress matters more than perfection, that struggle can lead to strength, and that no PhD is ever truly finished alone. The journey is exhausting and life-changing - and it leaves you forever changed.

"Love is not a feeling. It's an equation." That's the first thing he writes on the board. The last thing he believes by the end of the semester. She's the student who never speaks. Except to prove him wrong. He runs an experiment to model attraction: 30 days, strict rules, zero emotion. She agrees to be his subject. One condition: "Don't blame me when your theory breaks." He thought he was studying her. Turns out, she was un-teaching him everything he knew about certainty. No kisses. No promises. Just a professor, a student, and the quiet collapse of logic. Can you calculate a feeling? Or do some variables refuse to be solved?

I have never been a person who likes to be the center of attention, to stand out from the crowd, to make my voice heard... none of this has ever done it for me, but perhaps, this thought, in the depths of my mind, finds comfort in the subconscious of someone who is none other than me, a man like many others, surrounded by exceptional people whose successes will go down in history, and whose own name will end up forgotten even by marble thieves in cemeteries. But maybe, yes... maybe it's better this way, for the work I do, to keep myself apart, not to be noticed... to observe, to play the spectator, not to take part in events and demonstrations... everything I've done so far, that is, and I confess this lightheartedly, to stay in my place observing, allowed me to get a good picture of how things were, of what was happening around me... I've always thought this: Being the center of attention, of academic success, standing out from the crowd, distracts you from what is your true purpose, which is to understand the rest of what is happening. You are so busy making a name for yourself, that you end up neglecting the rest, obtaining a narrow picture of what is happening around you, even under your nose. I, who am the narrator of this story, do not occupy any phase, dialogue or important event, I am not mentioned and I do not expect to be. My purpose is to tell what I have seen, the brilliant and unique people I have had the honor and pleasure of meeting, the experiences of others but told by those who do not take part in them. Now, after this introduction, I can open the doors to what was my academic experience, told in these memoirs, which I confess, are not truly mine, but rather those of those who surrounded me, and of the descendants of tyrants and benign lords with whom I had the honor of studying. -Lovingly Me, a man like many others