Find My Professor Novels & Stories

My body feels as if it is buzzing with electricity. He is here on campus. He is here. "Now that we got that out of the way, why don't we go over the topics on the test. Please get out your review packets," Professor Taylor says, and I follow his orders on autopilot. As Professor Taylor goes over each topic and answers questions from the other students, my eyes keep glancing towards the door. I want to see him...no, I need to see him, just once. I want to know if he is as beautiful in person as he is in his pictures.

she whispered and sighed afterwards. “By the way, did you meet by chance Prof. Castillo? I already emailed him. I’ve been trying to reach him out since yesterday I was supposed to pass my requirements, where is he?” Don’t tell me, as in? My suspicion got filled as I listen to her question. Probably our professor is in pain right now. My bad. “Confirmed! He’s experiencing a heart break!” I exclaimed.

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

she wasn't going to allow it. Maya decided that she would just casually search for him and then once she learned something of interest, she'd leave him alone and pretend it never happened. She sighed deeply and stared at the wall as her hand tapped anxiously against her knee. The page finally loaded and she quickly tapped the search icon and typed his name into it. She was surprised at how many results popped up as a result and almost instantly went through them, finding nothing about the professor. After searching for a few minutes, she was about to give you when something caught her eye that caught her by surprise.

There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, a tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. And for a fleeting second, she wondered if he’d been losing sleep too. She took a step inside. “Professor?” He froze. The air in the room shifted instantly. Slowly, he looked up. “Miss Sterling.” Her heart jumped. She hadn’t heard him say her name in weeks. “I just… wanted to ask if you could maybe go over my last paper. I think I misunderstood part of the assignment.” His gaze flicked toward her, brief but sharp. “I’ll leave feedback in the system. You can check it there.”

Hera immediately asked. "But you still called me today?" "Atleast they know you're in the faculty now and not me." The professor laughed. So. She was not the only one who lied, but also the professor. Great! “You really used na faculty office the just because you miss me, we met this morning in the classroom, when you talked to Mrs. Lopena " But she wouldn't deny that she was even happier when the professor was just like this.

he starts, "Yes? Yes?" "Yes," I repeat. "Ah. I was worried I got your name wrong. Yes! Ms. Honey Aatish, please come down here." I look at Chadd and all he does is shrugs his shoulder. I look at Clementine but she's looking around. I look at Corentin, but he nods and points toward the Professor. I nod back and leave my seat to join Professor Runn in front of the classroom. "What do you need," I ask. Professor Runn takes a sip of his coffee before running and disappearing. He reappears seconds later with papers in his hands.

He took a big whiff of my neck with his hands running up and down my back and going down to my butt. "I missed you so much," he cooed. "So much so that I went to your school and you weren't there." My heart skipped a beat. "M-Maybe you went there on a day I wasn't around-" "I found my old classmate as a professor in the department you said you were, I gave her your name and nothing came up," his voice was bolder and darker now, his hug was getting tighter. "K-Keviv, you're hurting me now-"

"Today, I'm going on a field trip with one of the professors." "What's his name?" She tried to remember, but her memory was failing her, so she reached into her pants pocket, took out a folded piece of paper, and quickly read until she found her professor's name. "Frederick." "Fred? I-I mean... Professor Frederick..." The woman's cheeks blushed. "His class has already ended; I can go call him from the teachers' lounge if you want."