Novel & Cerita La Profesora De Historia

I hate history subjects so much. A few moments later. "you can now enter the room."- He began to enter the room and go straight in front of us. "Hello, Class A. I am Mizuki Inei, Twenty-six years old, I am formerly from Tokyo High school, and I am your new history teacher. Nice to meet you all. Please treat me well."

She explains with an awkward giggle. I nod my head in understanding. “Fair enough. So why those 2?" I ask. "Well, literature is because I couldn’t teach just one. Most schools would prefer teachers to do at least two subjects, and it’s alright, but I prefer history.” “Why history?” “Because I find it fascinating. How people lived, saw the world, and almost everything. I'm constantly surprised by how much things have changed in such a short yet long period of time." She says with such excitement that it's easy to see it's a definite passion of hers.

Rubbing my eyes and letting out a yawn, I sheepishly stroll down the Corridors and walk towards the students' parking lot, feeling exhausted as hell. The last two hours were History and Geography. Both I share with Ty and he didn't even let me blink an eye during both classes which were as boring as beans. Mr. Cooper still teaches us History. And instead of Mr. William, we now have Mrs. Garcia for Geography. She is so old and we can't even understand properly what she is saying if we don't keep looking at her mouth. But Ty still can be attentive in her class and he expects me to do the same.

"Did I not tell you. That woman is nuts and brace yourself it doesn't get any better with her. Everyday she finds a new way to improve the bitch in her." "I just love how you phrase things. But you were right about the category 5 bitch. I have never witnessed a teacher being that way. I suppose there's a first time for everything." We got to the courtyard and sat on a nearby bench. "We have Historical History next and guess what?" "Let me guess...that teacher is a real bitch too?"

She was serving as their liaison. "Yes..." Elinor answered and Stella looked at the professor again before they started walking again. "That's Professor Henry," She said, "He teaches History and Tactical geography here," She added, "It's probably not him. I must be getting obsessed with this to start hearing his voice everywhere. Or maybe it was a similar note of tone to the one I already know." She said with a smile. Stella frowned for a moment then nodded. And Elinor realized that she was going to investigate it anyway.

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...