Absolute Great Teacher Novels & Stories

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

she asked, setting the magazine aside. Xavier sank onto the couch beside her, exhaling a frustrated breath. “I just overheard Zane and Alana,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “They were talking about some teacher—Bella Abram. Apparently, she’s the best thing since sliced bread, and I’m… a beast compared to her.” Calla’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, but her lips twitched with the hint of a smile. “Bella Abram? Who’s that?” “She’s their teacher,” Xavier explained, leaning back against the couch. “They were saying how sweet and magical she is, how she never yells, and how I’m…” He trailed off, his voice dropping. “How I’m nothing like her.”

Blake's words were like thunder in my ears, completely catching me off guard. "A-astor?" I repeated. In fact, I have been hearing about Teacher Astor's deeds from the betas. He has been called the 'trainer from hell'. Every time they told me a story about him, I became so frightened that I swore that she would never become Astor's student. But to think that Blake would directly give me this kind of "surprise". A frightened expression appeared on my face. Having those betas as my trainers was already tough enough... I definitely did not want to change them for a teacher in hell!

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!

And that only made Harry sigh, he then took my hand and walked quickly. Kirey and Harry entered into one of the rooms which was quite large, usually, the building would be used if they had a public lecture like this time. The room was already quite crowded, with several students also having public classes. Harry and Kirey took seats in the back, the goal being to make them comfortable. Only Kirey is comfortable, the girl will look for a strategic position during lectures. It means a strategic sitting location so that the lecturer does not appoint it when there are questions or something. The important thing for Kirey is to find safety and comfort. After they sat down, not long after that mor

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.