Extra Math Guy Novels & Stories

It would be like unraveling an onion for guys who were into the layered type of sexy. I hated that we had to do without Mrs. Buckley and that hate made it impossible for me to like the new sub; granddaughter or not. Mr. Hardly scribed some numbers and mathematical symbols on the board and he went on to explain what he was teaching the class. He was an excellent mathematician but a crappy ass teacher. He looked like a washed-up nerd in his late forties who had been forced to stay a virgin to save his life. I tried to focus but my brain reminded me how hopeless it was. I had better luck going on a game show and winning the cash prize.

And that will be achieved in a few days. "Ivy, the math professor needs to speak with you urgently in his room," Georgia, the secretary, informs me as soon as I enter the hall. "Okay! Thanks, Georgia!" Speaking of Professor Franklin Aragon. He is one of the best math teachers at this university. The man sleeps and wakes up with numbers, and if you play around, he drinks, eats, and breathes numbers too. However, since we're approaching the final stages, I've noticed his eyes on me. It's not entirely bad. After all, he's a handsome man and has a presence that catches the attention of the ladies. However, you can be sure that I have an idea of what he wants to talk to me about. "I'll look for h

I found him on Superprof for $30 an hour. “You follow, Sasha?” Randy asked when I didn’t answer. “Trying to wrap my head around it,” I said, reworking the problem he’d just explained. Randy’s a grad student in math at Ellwood—my dream school. “Like this?” I asked, showing him my work. “Nice! Yup, that’s right! You pick this up fast, Sasha.” “Gotta. This is my last shot.” Randy’s jaw dropped—like he wanted to ask something—but Leo’s sudden crying broke the moment.

“How about these?” I swallow my saliva and curse inside. All my marks are around 65%, a mark I need to get into the university very far from here. I have done my homework. Humans can be cruel, but they have laws, rights, and regulations. That’s all I want and my 65% in math will get me that. “You still don’t see anything wrong?” “No, Sir.” He chuckles and page through my recent paper. “I teach the senior year and math for all grades because I have the highest IQ here. There is just no way that you could have gotten the equation in question five right if you did not know the answers to the second, third and fourth questions.”

“Anytime you need to discuss anything or need help, I’m here, Galen. I know that you were stuck dealing with everything by yourself for a few months, but I’m back now. I’m not going anywhere again. I get to stay here and be the bossy big brother who knows everything about everything.” He rolled his eyes. “What’s 6,437 multiplied by 965?” “6,211,705,” I said without hesitation, causing him to stare at me incredulously. “There aint no way in hell that you did that in your head! Is that really the answer?” he asked. I burst out laughing as I shrugged. “Ask Tawnie. She’s the math wiz.”

Chapter 3 Scheid's POV "Is it really okay with you, sir, to add another student to your class? I heard that your five calculus classes are full because of the number of students transferring to your class. Well, it seems like I haven't heard any complaints from you..." said Mr. Grospe, the sixty-two-year-old head of Mathematics department. A tall and chubby professor who you might mistake for Santa Claus because of his thick and white beard.

Sashka placed his arm around Tommy's shoulder's and Mishka placed his hands on his hips as they both caught their breath. "Did you do the math homework?" Mishka asked, making me pull my head back. "I did..." I trail off, not liking where it was going. "Who's you teacher? Is it Ms. Lyka?" Sashka asked. I shook my head, "Miss Hamilton." "GAHH!" they scream in exasperation. He mutters something in Russian. "Do you know how to solve for number five? The 3x squared over 9xy something-something."

She gave her thumbs before moving away her gaze from them. A teenage girl came to her with a big smile and asked her politely "Good afternoon, madam. I had something to ask you. Can you give me some extra time because I am still facing a lot of problems in my course." "Rohita, if you don't have any problem in coming to my house then you can come there as it is not possible for me to give you extra time in school." She said with smile. Mihika and her brother were teacher in the government school of the village and Rohita was her student who was a little weak in her subject mathematic and needed extra time for it.

Ruby responded, attempting to convey politeness and appropriate acknowledgement of her shortcomings. "I don't want your understanding alone. What I want is to see improvement," Mr. Grover replied firmly, pointing at her test sheet that revealed a disappointing score. "It's clear that you need help, and it seems you're hesitant to ask for it. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to provide individual tutoring. However, I will arrange for a peer tutor for you. I believe you won't require much time to grasp the concepts—it's rather straightforward. I'll approach Ella about this; she excels in math and has expressed interest in peer tutoring. I'm confident she won't decline the opportunity."

she said. “if you don’t want to get failed in the exam, you better learned it from him. He is a mathematic genius and you are lucky enough to have him in the class because he won the global test last year,” said Professor Helen. “What, he did what? Him? Won global mathematics test? Him? When he got time to study?” she thought. “Professor, I don’t have time for any dunderhead, I have to attend swimming classes,” he said, irritated.