روايات وقصص ضمن Find My Professor

Why wouldn’t my stupid heart get on board with the plan? ‘Mate,’ my wolf whined. I shook my head vehemently. ‘No mate!’ I argued with my wolf all the way to my next class which was a little more crowded than the last. I took a seat near the back and focused my attention on the syllabus. The professor for this class was listed as G. Sanchez. At least it wasn’t Tristan again. I started going over the calendar in the syllabus. I had no intention of being here long enough to finish the class, but I might make it to midterms. I started highlighting the important due dates leading up to that point.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

That was the thing about Lila, she always knew when to push and when to let it go. We were barely in our seats when the whispering started. "Apparently the new professor for Contemporary Lit is some kind of big deal," the girl in front of us was saying to her friend, leaning in like it was classified information, "like published, well connected, the whole thing." Lila leaned over to me. "A hot professor would make this semester significantly more bearable." I smiled despite myself and looked down at my notebook and that was when the door opened. I heard Lila go quiet first.

With that thought in mind, I set off to find the professor. "Doctor Miles!" He called out as I walked down the passage. "Professor, I've been looking for you." I laughed and walked over to him. The professor had been my mentor since my university days. He had guided me through some of the most difficult moments of my education and career, always believing in me even when I doubted myself. I knew he would be happy for my success, but a part of me also knew he would be sad to hear that I wanted to resign.

I didn't want to add him, but the professor simply grabbed my phone, opened my Instagram profile page, and showed it to the camera. "Professor, I already have her on Instagram." A deep, familiar voice spoke. "You two know each other?" The professor held out the phone in front of me, and when I saw the person on the other end, I laughed. It was Colin. He was on the other side of the screen, smiling as he looked at me. "Yep, that's Colin." "Good girl. Study hard, and I'll be back soon. I'll treat you to something nice." Colin's smile was gentle and full of affection for me, as always.

I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door and headed straight to my room, dropping my bag onto the floor. I opened my laptop. Searched his name. I avoided social media apps first. Instead, I typed in variations of it. Ezra Philips. Professor Ezra Philips. College poetry department. Faculty list. Past lecturers. Anything. Most of the results were dead ends or outdated web pages. Some led to news articles about poetry readings or school events, but none of them had any personal information. There were no public profiles, no links to anything recent. I scrolled until my eyes hurt. Then I found it.

Coach came over to talk to me, but I was too consumed by my own embarrassment to listen. ... As I made my way down the hallway, I collided with Kol. "V! What's your next class and who's your professor?" he asked. I fumble for my phone and pull up my schedule. "Precalculus with..." I pause, scanning the professor's name, and raise an eyebrow. "Um, it says 'Unfulfilled'," I tell Kol, handing him my phone to confirm. "Oh, I know him. Room 318, right?" Kol asks, and I nod. "My friend's got him for third period. Says he's real laid-back. Hands out Sudoku puzzles and lets everyone use their phones and AirPods during class," Kol explains.

"Why are you awake at this hour?" I paused. Should I tell him? No. I wasn't ready to tell him on what I'd found. Not yet. "I couldn't sleep," I said instead, crossing my arms. "Now answer my question... why are you here?" Xavier exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "That's no way to speak to your professor." "Well I'm sorry... I just can't get over the fact that as a professor you don't even actually teach... you just spar with people you think you can overpower." I said, a hint of anger and frustration in my voice.

I've already missed some classes, but classes could wait; I needed to discover the truth. I reached his office and knocked, anticipating a response, but there was only silence. “Was he in a lecture at the moment?” Damn, waiting wasn't an option. Besides, he shouldn't have a class just yet, right? To confirm, I decided to go to Professor Martin, an unattractive old man who has been hitting on me since my freshman days, It sickened me to ask him about Professor Henri’s whereabouts, but I would rather him than any other Professors, to avoid unnecessary questions. And I didn’t want them to see me in this state.

Mia reminded me gently. “A professor who’s going to be mine,” I corrected her. “I just need a better strategy.” I grabbed my laptop and opened I*******m, typing his name into the search bar. It took a few tries—apparently there were multiple Dr. Romans in the world—but finally I found him. @professorromans. Private account. Only 847 followers. Of course he would be private. Of course he would be selective. Even his social media had standards. I sent a follow request and then, because I was impatient, I started scrolling through the few public photos visible on his profile.