Romans & histoires La Profesora De Historia

"Good morning, everyone." Murmurs rose excited and a few clapped light. Isabella and Caleb kept eyes down focused on notes but tension hung thick. I continued steadily. "For those who don't know or maybe must have forgotten, I'm Sebastian Wolfe, your history professor. I'm back after some time away."

For me at least. The last bell had finally rung and I was more than happy to leave AP Government. I always dreaded my history classes. It wasn't like I didn't like history or anything, the teachers that always taught them were just plain BORING! And the professor I had for this class had to be the top most boring history teacher I have ever encountered in my school years. I prefer reading out of the books rather than listen to that monotone voice of his.

Stacy asked, out of curiosity. “Yes, I have.” I replied flatly, knowing fully why she asked. “Really? So, you saw the Professor. You see I was right. He is damn hot.” Stacy said, looking like she was dreaming about him. “Well, you’re right, but I don’t really see him as someone I would be drooling over. I have missed our former history teacher.” “Oh, goodness. Can you for once forget about books, and think about something more fun?” Stacy grunted, and folded her arms.

“Of course you may you greenhorn! Isa akong guro dito and you can ask me anything related to history but don’t you dare ask stupid question or I will throw you out!” His eyes are full of smugness, excitement, and pride. The end of lips curled into a smile, hindi ko mapigilan dahil kahit palaging galit at naninigaw, I could clearly tell that he is a passionate teacher. Teacher Fernando must really love history. Hindi lahat kayang maging passionate sa pagtuturo lalo na sa history. Nang mapansin niyang naka-ngiti ako ay agad na kumonot ang kanyang noo. Agad tuloy akong mapatayo ng diretso ay mahinang tumukhim.

Miracle wanted to say something, but Lyn cut her off. "Whatever. Let's go! Class started already!" 'Already? Had it been that long?' she thought. They fled down the stairs, their speed picking up with every step as they remembered the next lesson after Chemistry on Wednesday—History, taught by Maddie, the youngest yet most unamiable teacher. "All right. So can anyone briefly tell me about the history of Syihuex Island?" His voice carried through the door just as they reached the classroom. Kingsley nudged the back door open, trying to be as stealthy as possible, hoping for a chance to slip in unnoticed.

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.

Phillip protests and I move to stand next to the professor. “He’s the professor and he can,” I reply. “It’s a history class and in case you have not paid attention, it is a class largely focussed on the subject. When we learn about past wars, we learn about violations of Human Rights, not just political conflict and the way Professor O’Connel teaches it, he makes that clear.”

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."

“I think it’d be nice to hang out outside the house too. Are you coming?” “Nah,” Neel replied. “I’ve got plans with some other friends. But I’ll drop you off first.” Just then, the professor entered the room, a tall woman with an undeniable flair for the artistic. She greeted us with an energetic introduction and immediately outlined the syllabus. “For the first few weeks, we’ll be studying the history of paintings,” she announced her tone light but commanding. I let out a sigh of relief. A history class about art was exactly what I needed after a day filled with intense lectures.

Anastasia:1 Cara:0. "Well class, we have come to the end of the class. Don't forget... " I didn't want to hear the rest of Mrs Hardy words, I carried my book and dashed out of her class. I just never get that woman, she's supposed to be a history teacher and teach about history. America history, you know... History! But she always goes on and on about dragons and things that never existed. "Done with classes for the day." Britney, AKA my best friend says standing next to my locker.