Find My Professor Novels & Stories

I deserve an explanation for this. “Is the prof in?” I ask his assistant sitting at her desk outside his office. She gives me a once over, chewing the gum in her mouth loudly. “He’s in but he's not receiving visitors. State your business.” “How long till he can receive visitors?” I ask, what I have to say is to professor August. Why would he do this? Why would he victimise me like this? “Look, state your business and when he starts to receive visitors, I’ll inform him of it and if it’s important to him, you’ll get notified via the student portal to come back,” she says in a nonchalant tone.

Although, from searching his online profile he seems to be pretty quiet. Apparently he has his Asia trip coming up the following week and there might be some more pictures. Naturally, I am relieved not to see more photos and images of him with that spiteful bitch, Viola. It seems all is quiet on that score. For now. I am sure she will rear her ugly head at some point. Let’s face it, she now thinks she can hang the fact that I had my professor’s child over my head. And I still don’t know how she even got that information. It irks me that I haven’t got anywhere with finding out either. Maybe I need to try and trace the professor and see if he has met Violet and somehow their paths crossed and

I answered, seemingly uninterested. “Clevincent Madriano Suitarez! He’ll be our professor for our major subject all year. Oh my gosh, I’m definitely not going to be absent,” my friend said, still holding onto my arm. But I couldn’t help but smile at what Sheila said, good thing she didn’t see it.

He finally caught up with me, so I decided to pity him and reduce my pace. “I already messaged Daniel and Drake, they said they’ll met us at the parking lot.” He said putting his phone in his pocket. “That’s good.” “Dude!!! What do you think about our new professor. She’s bad as fuck.” The way I glared at him, I swear I was shooting lasers from my eyes at him. Cause he better back off my woman. I don’t play about what is mine and she is mine. “Oh shit!! My bad! Dude.” Nice to know he finally gets it without me saying anything.

“Are you still in Northlake?” “Yes.” “I’m driving down with Claire. She wanted to see the harbor after the foundation dinner.” Claire. So that was her name. I tightened my grip on the phone. “Professor, that doesn’t sound project-related.” “Reed is still there, isn’t he? You can stay if you’re comfortable. If not, head back first.” I was about to choose the train when Ford added, “Also, your research stipend approval came through. I’m forwarding the confirmation now.”

more students answer. But the professor started to smile and added: “No ... That's how my colleagues call me. Actually, that doesn't mean I'm not smart, but that's how the others call me. Actually my name is ... Just a second ... what is my name?” Even stranger was that this professor seemed to forget completely what he meant, as he took an object in his hand, looked at it like a brother who saw his sister after more than ten years and was very happy. “The compass of happiness ...! I have been looking for it for almost two months. I have to return it to ...:

She’s exactly the person I need to speak to. I scroll up to the top of the page, then to the bottom again, looking for any sort of contact details. There’s nothing. She doesn’t seem to have any social media profiles set up, and I’m about to give up contacting her when I have a sudden brainwave. I find the website of the Royal University of Ireland. She’s a professor emeritus, so she’s retired and no longer works for the university – but they should still have her contact details on file. I type an e***l to the HR department, mentioning that I’m a student writing a thesis on an area that Professor McAuley specialized in, and I’d hugely appreciate help getting in touch with her for help with m

I could damn near smell the forest, my day dream was practically tangible. Don’t forget the deliciously lickable cowboy abs, Maya had added. Ally taught me how to look up our professors on a site called Rate My Professor. It’s basically a website where students can rate their courses and their professors. Ally was particularly taken with her Human Resources prof she’d had earlier that day. I had to admit, he was very attractive. He had this light little smirk in his bio picture that made my belly tingle and brain zone out. That’s not your belly tingling, girlie. That’s your lady parts, Maya chipped in.

His words seem heavier than Cillian’s, and I want to stop and cry, but my phone beeps at once, showing an email from my new professor. “Get me the list of students attending this class, and I hope to see you all in an hour.” This reminds me that there is no time for a twenty-year-old unfuckable nerd like me to cry. I pause for a while in the hallway of the hotel to send a reply, but as soon as my eyes catch his display profile, I feel the floor beneath me being snatched from my legs. “It can’t be,” I murmur…

Gage: Damn, Kai, did you catch an STD or something? Me: Screw off, Gage... just meet me at the apartment around lunch. I step out of my truck and make my way towards the first building. As I enter my classroom, I retrieve my books and prepare for the morning test. When the professor enters the room accompanied by someone, I can't help but burst into laughter. It takes all my self-control not to jump out of my seat and confront that person. Clearly, he doesn't realize that I recognize him. It's baffling how my professor fails to identify him.