Find My Professor Novels & Stories

But I wasn't going to force him to open up to me. I thought about pretending not to see him, sneaking to the back until he left, but somehow my feet moved on their own, pulling me toward him. I stopped nervously at the edge of his table. “Professor Grayson?” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t even glance up. “Shouldn’t you be working?” he muttered without looking at me, swirling the drink lazily in his hand. I stiffened. His words were cold… the same as earlier in class. But I didn't let that bother me.

I looked at Rajiv who was, again, in front of me. Wait... I thought he was a student? Is he lying? And… I frowned as I realised something. He also called me by my last name earlier. Our classmates might notice that my professor and I know each other personally. I don't want them to get the wrong idea. Even though I'm only being hypocritical right now. It's only the first day of class but all the professors have already started teaching. It's not like it was still in high school when every first day of class the students were having fun all over campus.

“Zero. I am positive the same person who asked the question in class is the person behind this.” I heave a sigh. “And we never found out who it was. Even if we did find It, what can we do? It’s out there, everyone knows and everyone had seen us together somehow.” “So we can drag this person to the depths as well. Now, our school official page can only be accessed by a few, and I called someone knows how to check these things.” I frown at Jessica. “He also knows the professor personally, and will check his house before coming here.”

she finally managed to answer. From Lily, Vivian not only found out about Elena's classmates, but the woman had also given her some information about the professors on campus. However, it might be too much trouble if Lily also needed to gather information about the assistant professor, and that was why Vivian didn't recognize the man who temporarily replaced the professor to lecture in class today.

I swallowed hard again, my saliva felt like hot Cheetos - hard to swallow. He smirked, knowing the gasp was for him. He ticked his angular jaw, his perfectly sculpted face glazed with amusement. He turned around and wrote on the board. All I could do was stare at him. His back view was Terrific. I wonder if he would allow me to touch his chest after the class. I needed him to look at my note anyway. I anticipated the end of the class. After it ended, I grabbed my note and told Isaac I was going to see the professor. He nodded briefly as he was busy talking to his friends.

I missed my class and the next one, still staring at my email, reloading it every second, waiting… Time for work passed, yet I still waited… I was glued to the position, waiting for a response yet nothing… Still, I waited. It had been a whole week! One week, dozens of emails sent to this Professor, numerous calls to his office number, attempts to find his number or social media account (to no avail; he had no social life whatsoever). I had missed classes, missed shifts at work yet he still didn’t didn’t respond. I had to call the dean of the Business Department's office who helped me with finding his new office room location. Sucking in a deep breath, I struck the door in a gentle knock. I d

“Oh, nothing. I just found something I lost. Something that I thought had successfully escaped from me.” Noah looked like he wanted to say more but he had to stop because the professor started speaking. “Good morning.” His voice was just as deep as I remembered. “I’m Professor Adrian Frost.” A pause. “I’ll be teaching Introduction to Psychology this semester.” Professor Adrian Frost. That was the name of the man who’d written me the most offensive note I’d come across. The one night stand I thought I’d never run into again. And to think I hadn’t wanted to sign up for this course.

“ you are crazy,not actual therapy I found someone I like..” “HOLY COW!, I need the tea now!” “ well he doesn’t know I like him,and I tried to find him all over social media but I can’t “ “ I can find him for you ,he gotta have some kind of social platform,but first who is he” “ my professor… and before you say anything he is 27,he is substituting for his grand Aunt who teaches us,but he looks so good,and I feel funny when ever he speaks,like I just want to grab him”.

Then I make my way to the school to present myself to my supervisor. My supervisor’s name is Professor Malinda Morsel. So, with a map handed to me, I locate her office. After knocking once on the door, I let myself in. However, I nearly stumble into a tall girl coming out of the office at the same time. “My apologies,” she mutters as we walk past each other. Professor Malinda is a woman with height, seated behind her desk, peering at her laptop from the top of her spectacles while her hands move fast on the keyboard.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."