Absolute Great Teacher Novels & Stories

Professor Kaspbark, the oldest teacher of the school, extolled. Although he was on the biggest holiday any teacher would be allowed to take, he was called in the school to teach. He had even planned to take retirement from his job! However, when Alpha Hercules requested him to come back to school and teach what he was good at— the subject of mates and mating, he could not refuse at all.

If you ruin the Marshall's Award, that means, you're ruining the honor he received too. "You have it the other way around! In my heart, my teacher's achievements are much more than the Marshall's Award! Even if the Marshall's Award has vanished, his achievements will never vanish!" said Avery, her voice hard and cold. "If you think that you could use my teacher to threaten me, you're wrong! If he were still alive, he would surely reject this false honor!"

Absent-mindedly, Eurie sat at her seat – second from the last row – listening idly and obviously not comprehending the things their adviser was telling them. At least, it was not only Eurie but the whole class. The bald adviser was an old, gay English teacher. He looked clumsy and fragile but actually a tennis monster inside the court. The kind of teacher who brought frilled fans even though the classroom was air-conditioned; just to complete the outfit of the day. His slow and regal way of talking made his class boring – to the point that some got into sleep while in his class.

I'm just thankful to my brain that it's quite intelligent and I passed Irdium Colleges' scholarship test. Minutes of chit-chatting had passed and a handsome guy wearing a tucked-in, violet longsleeve with a purple necktie entered our room. He looks like a god that came down from Mt. Olympus to show his sexiness. Ugh. I think this is love at first sight. "Your mouth, Kath," Sophie said and pushed my jaw upward. "T-thanks," I said. This is the first time I saw a hot teacher like him. "Okay class. I'll be your teacher for this hour. I'm Janthony Go but you can call me Professor Jane." My eyes enlarged and I swear every girl that is containing their orgasms almost shouted at our professor for be

Leon thought about it for a moment, and randomly chose an Advanced Power class method from what he knew. Absolute Methods were far too terrifying. He could not teach it to Stephen and Spencer. Otherwise, he would die if word ever got out!

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

He set a syllabus in front of me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. While he stood up there lecturing I tried to concentrate on the words he was saying. It was probably the most difficult lesson I have sat through. All I could do was watch him. He moved so smoothly across his little stage. It was mesmerizing. He would look at me too, or I thought he was. Did I want him to? What is wrong with me, this man is my teacher, he is probably old enough to be my father. I just turned 20 this year. He is probably at least 45. "Iris, what philosopher did I tell the class was my favorite in college?" He smirked at me. What an ass. Did he know how distracted I was by him? I frantically looked d

the Grand Professor said quietly, not daring to meet her eyes. They had promised her— They would never lie to her. Everything else, they had always been honest about. But this—this was the one thing they could never tell her. Until today, when they could hide it no longer. The Grand Professor’s voice was low and gravelly as he went on: “Your teacher… even though he was younger than all of us, he was a prodigy. In chemistry and biology, few in the world could match him at the time. And now—Briella, you’ve become one of those few.”

Richard responded. "Honestly sir, a good teacher is he who is compassionate, supportive and patience to his students. And from the way I see it, you have lost hope in her and no longer patient with her, and good teachers aren't supposed to be like that. I have gone through all my junior years receiving insults from my teachers. But when I came to ss2, I met an amazing teacher that changed my life entirely. I was able to win an award as the best Mathematics student in the whole country because of her. From that moment, I realized that is not only how the teacher teaches you that matters, their behavior towards you and how they teach you also matters. So please sir, don't lose hope in her, try

"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires."― William Arthur Ward. I, like most of the student population, hate math. I just don't get it. I don't see why we need to learn it and since I usually don't see it as a necessary subject to be a doctor; I don't focus on the class. It's the last period, and I'm tired, it's math, and most importantly I can't get what Isa said earlier out of my head.