My Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Come on, Judy; I already told you that you could not complete our eligibility criteria.” The professor's caustic tone pierces my heart like a sharp dagger, leaving me feeling helpless and dejected. All I want is an explanation, a reason for my dismissal, but the professor's remarks are meaningless, devoid of substance or logic. He isn't even confident since he knows he's wrong, which is why he stutters. Disbelief surrounds me from all sides.

“Don’t.” I wish she could talk to me about it, but we’re in the classroom, and the professor might arrive at any time. But, just as I anticipated, a loud, clearing throat resounds across the classroom. Everyone shuts their mouths, followed by a deadly silence. Our attention gets drawn to the front, where a sophisticated, sexy, and attractive young professor in a black shirt and pants stands by the grand piano. He now has a pair of black-framed glasses on. The most awaited man has finally arrived. “Good morning. I’m Professor Julian Sebastian...”

"Are you telling me to skip studying to come hang out with you?" "Yes." Her brow arched higher, "Wow, that was so unexpected of you, Mr Professor." She said in a teasing tone, causing him to bark out a short laugh. "To be clear I'm not promoting boycotting your studies but you and I know that you're only re-reading because you have nothing else to do." She had nothing to say to that so he continued, "I also have scripts to grade but I have a shitty focus right now and all I keep thinking about is you."

Today was the first day of class, so I decided to leave a little early today from work just in case there was traffic to work, but I wanted to stop by Starbucks to get a little something to eat. Now, when I registered for this class, I heard that the Professor was very handsome and that the many of the females in the college always wanted to take his class. The Professor is Michael Scott, and he will be the one teaching the class. Yes, we will see what all the hubbub is about when I get to class, but right now, I am going to order.

I say in a terrible British accent. “Bring it on sire.” He mocked and squared his shoulders. I start to lean down while counting down from five. By four, my professor was standing in front of me. “If anyone is catching, it should always be me.”

Professor Smith said seriously. "Why?" old Mr. Elijah asked. "I mean, I'm sure I'll keep it safe." This professor was really strange, he only said half of what he said every time. They say that the end of science is theology, and this professor doesn't look too normal. The other side. Kourtney was about to leave the dinner to go back to rest when she stood up, she saw a familiar figure. This person, although she had only met once, in any case, will not forget.

He said in a warning tone. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My professor is really strict. He is always annoyed. It would have been better if he had given a high grade, but no. It’s just pure research. He doesn’t teach. The amount of work done and then still give a low grade, if his subject can be like a major, even if it’s just a minor. “Did you roll your eyes, Ms. Meranza?” I sighed deeply then close my eyes before turning to him. I flash my sweetest smile to Mr. Karungkong.

I didn't get to ask his name last night, and of all ways, I found out this way. "They're right. He's hot," Molly whispered beside me. "But he's not my type. He looks dominant, and I'm more into femboys." I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised.

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.

It was already a stereotypical take, I guess. And if you think that my life as a student is not going to get any worse, well take a look at my professor. Professor Sebastian is the worst as well. I mean, he is not a misogynistic man, luckily but he stumps me with a lot of works and books and everything. It was just like my mother and father again making me read tons of information books. I was bored and stumped out of my head and I wanted to run away and probably just ditch all of these responsibilities and these studies.