Private Teacher Novels & Stories

She slammed her fork down on the table with a sharp clang, her tone displeased. "Are we eating or not? You talk too much nonsense!" This sudden outburst startled both Sarah and me. Shane immediately started fawning over her shamelessly. "Babe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have praised Joanna. When it comes to being capable, that's obviously you. You can go all night without a break. She can't even compare to you." The comment made me deeply uncomfortable. It was textbook manipulation—praising one person while stepping on another, laced with inappropriate sexual innuendo.

he said lowly and silence filled the room. Finally, I asked the question I’d been afraid to ask all day. “…Are you scared?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back against the sofa and looked toward the window. “When I first started teaching…” He smiled faintly, staring at something through the window. “I promised myself something.” “What?” I asked. “I wanted every student to leave my classroom feeling respected.” Oh- His voice was almost absent. “I don’t care if they dislike me. I don’t care if they think I’m strict. I don’t even care if they complain about my grading.”

Class should be starting soon. A teacher, Mr. Reap, a mid-thirties man with a tall and lean build walks in, smiling. He has dark brown hair and a rich warm-colored complexion. "Hello everyone, I'm your attending HR teacher. You can call me Mr. Sal, Mr. Reap, Mr. R, anything. As long as it's not something I'll take as an insult," he says with a laugh.

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

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."

Then the teacher paid respect to me Teacher: how are you doing today Unugwa? I hope you're enjoying the school Me: yes I am ma'am. Thank you It was then that guy looked back at me, his eyes met mine and I could see that he was surprised. I looked at my fingers then raised my head when I was sure that he wasn't looking The teacher began to teach Mathematics and I listened attentively because I wanted to know if she could teach it well. I love maths though it's not my favorite subject. Biology is

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.

He went and sat on the teacher’s chair so I guess he was our teacher. But the weird thing was that he laid his head down on the table and in no time was sleeping. “This situation is pretty awkward”. Then I saw one of the students moving towards the teacher’s chair. She slightly shook him and said,” Umm …. Sir. Were you not supposed to give us some instructions or maybe teach us something?” The teacher yawned and pointed towards her chair hinting her to go back. She went back and sat on her chair then the teacher introduced himself. He said tiredly, “My name is Tsubaki Rei and (he yawned) I’m your ability control teacher. I can see that most of the students are missing which means Miss Harmon

"Seeing you get all those accolades, I can't help but wonder how a low-quality educator like you deserves to teach, let alone shape young minds!" Yale's fists clenched and shook with rage as he shot back. "Every teacher loves a high-achiever! If anyone's to blame, it's you for not trying hard enough! "I've been teaching for years, and there are so many top scholars! I've done my duty by the school, by everyone! "You failing students, it's your character that's flawed! Don't you even know to respect and honor your teachers?" The online comments were blowing up with outrage.

The staff room buzzes with the usual midday chatter, a mix of exhaustion and relief as the lunch bell echoes through the halls. Ms. Elena Ramirez sits at the long table, grading papers with a red pen, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, glasses perched on her nose. She’s the new English teacher, mid-thirties, curvy in her fitted blouse and pencil skirt that hugs her hips just right. Around her, the others unwind—Mr. Davis, the burly history teacher, laughs too loud at a joke from Ms. Thompson, the art instructor who’s always got paint smudges on her sleeves.