Novel & Cerita My Teacher

I calmly explained to my teacher. “All right, rest here first. By the way, how is your mother's condition?” Teacher Sanchez asked me worriedly. She was my English teacher, after P.E. this is the next subject. I'd rather just stay here instead of interacting with students outside who did nothing but insult my character.

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

"That's really troubling. I can't imagine any of our teachers doing something like that." "We hope not," said Mrs. Chen. "But we need to be thorough. You're a senior, correct? And you've been at this school for four years?" "Yes, ma'am. Since freshman year." "So, you have had classes with most of the male teachers on staff? "I think so. Math, science, history, English. yes, most of them." Mrs. Chen clicked her pen. "Have any of them ever made you uncomfortable? Perhaps by giving you inappropriate attention or making comments that felt unprofessional?

my mother didn't let me explain but soon was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. That someone was the teacher who asked for my autograph. he stood at the door holding flowers and a basket of fruits "i came here to apologize. i didn't knew you had extreme privitophobia. if i knew i wouldn't have asked you" (Now there is no such thing as the phobia i mentioned. it's all made up) "Professor please don't apologize for something you had no idea of. you are embarrassing me" Teachers are people who are superior in rank than our parents. i never asked my parents to apologize how can i see my teacher doing so

Hindi naman na kasi namin kaya pang ubusin ito dahil busog na din kami. Nasa room na kami ngayon. As usual wala na naman si Kat. Pumasok na ang Prof namin na si Miss Aragon, Math teacher namin. Pero, ngayong araw, wala ako sa mood makinig. Nagsusulat lang ako ng notes pero, hindi nakikinig. Aralin ko na lang siguro mamaya sa bahay 'pag-uwi. Nag-aalala pa din ako kay Kat, alam kong gano'n din si Alex.

I quickened my pace and gradually broke into a run. I couldn’t be late for class, especially this class. My first period was Mathematics. This time it was nothing about being a nerd or about my love for the subject. It was about the teacher. I never want to get on his bad record. You want to know the most eerie fact about me? I am completely and utterly in love with my Mathematics teacher. He is also my science teacher. Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive.

Thank God the teacher arrived just exact time the bell rang. "Good morning class. I am your teacher. I am Teacher Gisele your science teacher. I'm looking forward for cooperation since our subject compose of group activities. And that's what I intend to do until the semester end. Am I clear?", Then she began to explain about this and that.

My mate is also the Alpha of my pack and it's annoying because he has so much work, it means that we can't get any sweet moment to ourselves. Finally, the bell rings, I waved my students and sighed after they left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a while. I became a high school teacher once I graduated, a math teacher to be precise. "Jayla!" A teacher comes in, it's the Italian teacher Enzo. "Hey, Enzo. What's up?" I said putting away the phone.

Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

A lot of talk has been going around and I know they all mean well but am I ready to move on? Stopping outside Ms. Fitch’s door I adjust my book-bag and take a breath or two before knocking. Ms. Fitch is the nicest teacher and one of my favorites, but it is still nerve wracking to change classes halfway through the period. I had her as a 6th grade teacher and I was so happy when she volunteered to be a study teacher this year.