My Teacher Novels & Stories

~KARL’S POV~ I sighed deeply still thinking of when the class will come to an end. Mrs. Hurdy, our chemistry teacher has been going on and on since the beginning of the class, the boys and I had plans after today’s lecture, but this woman in front of me is just dulling us up.

Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as the teacher walked into the room. "Good morning, everyone!" Walking to the front of the desks, Mr. Stevenson smiled at everyone. Mr Stevenson was a man in his late forties, with slightly greying hair. He was kind, I'll give him that, but mess with his classes, and he became the worst teacher in the history of teachers. I had seen him pick up a student's phone and throw it out the window, and all because it started to ring.

A person amongst the students yelled With the students still staring at him speechless He walks to the podium to introduce himself "Good morning students, I am Dane Marcelo and I will be your new economics teacher replacement" He said Natalia's eyes turned from her phone screen to look at the man.. She had just noticed his presence after she heard a loud, deep and husky voice. Dane's eyes quickly scrutinize the students, he knew how surprised they were to see him as they were expecting a 49-year old economics teacher but instead sees him.

9 years ago… “Good morning class” our teacher Ms. Maxwell greets us as she came into the classroom. We all stood up to greet her. “Good morning Ms. Maxwell” we all chorused and she smiled then told us we could sit down to which we complied. Ms. Maxwell is our English and Literature teacher. She is really nice and a kind-hearted person and also friendly… we all love her and her carry-along charisma. She is very pretty too and we all love how gentle she is with us.

"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires."― William Arthur Ward. I, like most of the student population, hate math. I just don't get it. I don't see why we need to learn it and since I usually don't see it as a necessary subject to be a doctor; I don't focus on the class. It's the last period, and I'm tired, it's math, and most importantly I can't get what Isa said earlier out of my head.

Now he`s gone and I`m left alone, as always! Maybe if I could for the school`s SRC`s presidency, I might get focused friends like the Clever- learner. And I think I know the right teacher to make me one. After school, I went to the teacher`s class. He was teaching grade 11 & 12 Mathematics. I found him with a matric female student. They were too close to each other and looked cosy. “Sorry to interrupt, but we need to speak in private, sir!” I said, “It`s urgent.”

Grayson asked. Jenson replied, “Don’t find excuses for your own ignorance.” Storm tugged at Grayson’s sleeve. “If we can’t answer, I highly doubt this teacher they find can either.” Baby Robbie smiled charmingly in response. “This teacher of ours is all-knowing and all-capable, though.” “Cut the nonsense and just tell me who it is. I’d like this to meet such a divine entity as well,” Grayson spoke impatiently. Baby Robbie replied, “I’ll only say it once. The teacher’s name is Miss G.”

If he only doesn't recognize that I even exist then my game plan is perfect until I finish here. The teacher walks inside and my eyes just widened out from my sockets. I literally was shocked to see him. He stands before the entire class and he has gotten even manlier and really handsome. He was wearing a white polo that was tucked inside his black skinny jeans paired with his shiny black leather shoes. He looks at us and I'm sure he spotted me cos his eyebrows shoot up. "Good morning everyone." He says. He moved his eyes to me. "I'm Prof. Kingsgrove and I'm your subject teacher for this semester and it's a pleasure to see new faces."

"Yes sir, thank you-" "Who said you could make that decision, Mr Jameson. That's impractical, even for a man like you," the authoritative voice that was capable of making everyone stop and stare floated in as Zaire Langston Hughes walked into the podium. "I'm sorry, sir. I was just telling her the rules," Jameson said, even more unsure now as Zaire's scrutinizing expression flashed to everyone there.

that I have avsolutely no clue as to what it means and believe me, it's fucking frustrating. Thankfully, the teacher chooses that time to come in. She is new, or maybe I just haven't seen her before. She looks young, but through the depts of her golden lined eyeballs, somehow I see that she is not that young. The air surrounding her exudes wisdom and don't ask me how u can tell. "Good day class. I am Doctor Carla Manderly, A Lykae Therapist, but unfortunately I will be your new Lykae history teacher from now on."