Private Teacher Novels & Stories

In the Tarot, the Hierophant is sometimes known as the High Priest or the Pope and generally appears in the form of a teacher or mentor. He's always knowledgeable and wise but he can run the risk of being too hidebound and dogmatic. He can be the beloved mentor who is always there with the perfect bit of advice or that nasty teacher who still tries to teach that the earth is flat. He is calm, rational and ethical but he can also lack balance and be stubborn to the point of disaster, especially if his beliefs are called into question.

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used to it.

I appreciate the thoughts, but I already have a teacher. "You have a teacher? It can't possibly be some nobody, right?" Sean grumbled. Larissa said calmly, "My teacher is Qwin Carey. He's a skilled doctor, but he doesn't care for fame and wealth." "Qwin Carey?" Sean mocked. "You can't possibly be referring to good old Carey Qwin, right?" Larissa corrected him. "My teacher is Qwin Carey, not Carey Qwin. You must be talking about someone else."

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...

But it still felt too sudden. Mimi wasn’t done. “And guess what? They already hired a new teacher.” Theresa arched a brow. “That fast?” Mimi grinned. “Apparently he’s some hotshot. And he’s cute. Like, actually hot.” Theresa’s eyes lit up. “You’re telling me we got blessed with a hot male teacher?” Mimi nodded with glee. “That’s the talk. And guess what? He might be the one teaching us this morning. It’s Ben’s mom’s course first period.”

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used to it.

"Excuse me?" "You hit me with a…" I trailed off, looking around for what he hit me with. I found the culprit lying on the floor, a red chalk. Give a round of applause to the only teacher who would use chalk to write on a marker board. The only teacher who would wear pants big enough to fit an extra human his size and an old shirt I'm sure was passed on to him from his father's father. The teacher was old-fashioned, odd, and ugly. Yet he loved staring at boobs. "Can you tell me why you are sleeping when I'm teaching?"

Even though I wasn't as interested in sports or robotics, I felt relieved that we were talking about something other than girls. I asked the triplets if they knew anything about the teachers at the school, hoping to get some insight into what to expect. Finn said he had heard that Mr. Johnson was the toughest English teacher in the school, but Aiden added that he was fair and always pushed his students to do better. Liam mentioned that Ms. Lee, the science teacher, was known for her fun experiments, and Finn said that he had heard Mr. Patel, the math teacher, was a bit of a hardass.

The male teacher smiled warmly and said, "My name is Reiji Kiriya, and I teach Modern Japanese for the 2nd grade and the 3rd grade so you two might not know me well." Kiriya is a handsome man with shoulder-length light-purple hair that has a few strands hanging over his face and empty dark-colored eyes. Monica had to admit that Kiriya was a bit similar to him, though, he was more handsome than Kiriya and his purple hair was darker than Kiriya, but enough of that since he also needed to introduce himself. "My name is Oga Monica, I am a freshman this year, nice to meet you, Kiriya-sensei," Monica said.