Swot

I'm a swot.

Anna is top of the class, but she's not a swot.

He liked Tom all right... Sampson and Bullock he could do without, however. Especially Sampson, who was too much of a grammar-school-type swot ever to be quite the thing.

The popular science bit goes like this. Your brain has two hemispheres, left and right. The left is the organised swot who likes bright light, keeps his bedroom tidy and can tolerate sums. Your right hemisphere is your brain on drugs: the long-haired, creative type you don't bring home to mother.

On first listen, Americans of a certain vintage would call one a Poindexter, while older Brits would regard the other as a swot.

All I want is — guerre fini, soldat fini; and to go home without burden of any thought save music, and hard swot for a time.

Could you do a SWOT analysis of the business proposal I sent you?