Novel & Cerita Absolute Great Teacher

“I see. Greek Mythology? Like Hades and Aphrodite?” He chuckled. “I believe so, but I will admit I know very little about the subject. However, Professor Leila Bell knows everything there is to know about the subject. Students who have taken the class have been very pleased. She can take a subject that some find boring and mundane and make it great, according to the reviews I’ve read. She’s an excellent teacher. If you take her class and find it dull, then I don’t think religious studies is the direction you really want to go in.”

"Excuse me?" "You hit me with a…" I trailed off, looking around for what he hit me with. I found the culprit lying on the floor, a red chalk. Give a round of applause to the only teacher who would use chalk to write on a marker board. The only teacher who would wear pants big enough to fit an extra human his size and an old shirt I'm sure was passed on to him from his father's father. The teacher was old-fashioned, odd, and ugly. Yet he loved staring at boobs. "Can you tell me why you are sleeping when I'm teaching?"

That old principal was removed from his post that year. The old teacher actually began to cry. "Theo was from a poor family, but he worked so hard and was polite to every teacher. "I taught his math. He was good, his grades were good, and after all these years, I still remember how he could see the answer with just one glance. He was a true genius." The old teacher took out a yellowed math olympiad paper. Beneath the bright red perfect score was Theo's neat handwriting. "Grandma raised me. The day she died, she told me that undying love is the greatest inheritance.

"Oh my God…" "He's actually handsome." I quickly looked back down at the papers in front of me before anyone noticed my expression change. The principal smiled proudly beside him. "Please introduce yourself." The man's deep voice filled the classroom smoothly. "My name is Aurelian Jake," he said calmly. "But you can call me Mr. AJ, and I'll be your new Advanced History teacher."

“Before you make a great mistake.” As we drew closer still, I noticed the curious gazes of the Elders falling onto Teacher. One of the Elders paled, then hurriedly whispered to the one beside him, who also looked more critically. Teacher seemed entirely unbothered, as relaxed as I had ever seen him, like we weren’t in the middle of a viper nest. “Tell me, then,” the King said, disbelief clear in his flippant tone. “What is this great reveal you have to share?”

A cat-faced old woman? Was that not from some horror movie? I had never let my son watch anything like that. Then I remembered that he hated taking naps. Could it be that one of the teachers made up this “cat-faced old lady” just to scare him into sleeping, and that was why he dreamed about this so-called Miss Never? I immediately sent a private message to Ms. Zinn at that thought. She apologized first, then wrote: [Mrs. Young, I am so sorry about all this, but I can promise you none of our teachers have ever mentioned anything about a cat-faced old lady.]

again. Kane was always there with us. He patiently taught Xavier how to fight and shoot, and every night, he’d read him bedtime stories. The way he looked at me was no longer the respectful gaze of a subordinate toward his superior. There was something deeper, one I couldn’t quite understand. One afternoon, I was working in the study when Kane came in. He set a cup of hot tea by my hand. “Godmother, you should rest.” “Call me Pia,” I said, meeting his eyes.

She looked at the figure even though it wasn't very clear, she could see a black pair of gorgeous eyes, a straight pointed nose, full luscious kissable lips and he clearly is a handsome dude. "I don't mind at all" she responds coming out of the survey class with his body. "You are a beauty, my dear; Forgive my manners, dear, my name is Kola. I'm an IT consultant." He yelled because of the loud music blasting from the speakers. "Nice meeting you, Kola, I'm__ " "Chimamanda Jean Odenigbo second daughter of the business magnate Uche Odenigbo." He completed it as if he was reciting A,B,C.

This is not part of the ‘nobody plan’! The red-haired man with the darkest pair of aqua eyes took the only seat next to her as he leaned to stare at her like a fine specimen that irritated the Hell out of Cent. She did not want to be under such scrutinizing eyes again – it reminded her of her past life when her father was still not there. “Yes, yes. I’m Asmodeus the Greatest, and I will be your teacher for Demonic Arts History, darling Maleficent the Glutton.”

Irene said, “Thomas is the best student you’ve had in your life. He is your pride. It’s also because of Thomas that you managed to have a firm footing in Central City. Everyone knows you’re the God of War’s teacher. “But, you’re going to destroy him with your own hands now? “Aren’t you too cruel?”