My Dosen Novels & Stories

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...

I capped my beaker and gave her my attention. Dr. Dooley had become my unofficial mentor and one of my favorite professors over the past few months, mainly because she was the only professor who didn’t seem concerned that I was taking way too many classes and spending unhealthy amounts of time in various labs around campus. She taught also Advanced Biology, but she’d let me sit in on her graduate-level biochemistry seminars when I’d gotten bored with the regular coursework.

A girl could drown in those eyes and smile while she was doing it. "You know I finished my doctorate today. I did my dissertation defense last month. Your class and one in the English department were my last two hurdles before being completely done. I've applied for teaching positions all over the place but nothing has come through yet. Apparently brand new English PhDs are a dime a dozen at the moment."

I walking closer to the hallway, checking all the nameplate on the door until I found his office. “Mister Damian Shane Dawson, Senior Professor – Research Advisor.” I read. I look around the area before licking my lower lip. “Should I come in? Or just reject the consideration he gave me?” I thought to myself and automatically shake my head off. “Don’t be so egoistic, Dionne. You failed your exam, and you have to take it yourself.” I reminded myself. “Get your pride low—“ “Holy carbs!” I exclaimed when someone cleared his throat behind me.

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

Unfazed, Dawn cut the fantasy short. “We’re not in that sort of relationship,” the businessman replied coldly. However, a small voice in his mind added that they weren’t in a relationship yet. It was still a good future possibility. Dawn squished that hopefulness and returned to the conversation topic. Jericho must be calling to clarify his unusual request. “You are aware that I don’t have a degree, right?” the bar owner clarified. “I’m an informant, not a private tutor. If you want me to find someone skilled and tight-lipped or easily disposable, I can pull together a list by this week.”

"I can't give up, that crazy teacher must have it here." "Are you looking for this, Naya?" DEG....

Taylor, my accountancy professor then why am I afraid of him like he is a Titan? Yes, he is just a human being. Claiming my mind, I turn to go inside. I look up at the room and find two teachers there. One of them is Mr. Taylor and he is typing something on his mobile screen. The other one is Mr. Orlando, as I steal a glance at him. He is also using his mobile. Oh yeah, they have nothing to do right now. I push myself to ask for permission when Mr. Taylor raises his head and nods in my direction, saying, "Come in, Ms. Dawson."

I don't really know what that means, and thinking it was a joke laughed at it. Not wanting to dawdle on that, I'm looking at my paper with my name again, looking at the information on it. Something about a Mr. Reap being my HR teacher. A Salvador Reap. It doesn't say anything about his exact course that he teaches, and I wonder exactly what it is.