Countless sleepless nights buried in books descended from the forefathers - the fathers of sciences and maths unfathomed by times and ages. The contents never ceased but continued to astound men of varied generations.
She remembered reading to herself, reasoning and convincing facts to stick up as much as she could in that tiny brain of hers. Someone once quoted, "My brother's a genius. I wish I could fold him up and put him in my pockets." She laughed remembering that brainiac. Just as much as she wanted to, he said "Study Hard". She remembered each words said to the end of their meanings however simple and stupid they sound.
Study's not about learning mad-scientists ideas, cramming theories and formulae of disorganized patterns. Instead, patterns were carefully observed and studied, which somehow were organized in manners which left men in wonders for centuries.
Hypotheses were written with immense curiousity, experimented with enthusiastic energy, observed with delicate eyes, refined by knowledge and experience and shared generously among generations.
Dear students, inertness, thus a character, forbid you of exciting chain reactions. Explode and be a star.