Profesor Novels & Stories

"Because I made a fool out of myself dummy, I..." "Good morning class, my name is Professor Patrick and I will be taking you on Calculus this year". I look up to see a deep voice give the class an announcement. He is an elderly man with grey hairs sticking out here and there. I look around the class and notice that it is almost filled up. Hmm, they must have come in while I was talking to Rea. "Okay I need you to bring out your calculus text book and open to page sixty five, today we will be looking at..."

“You know it’s not drugs but you didn’t speak out. You just let them embarrassed me and now you’re following me around? Geez, leave me alone!” He didn’t let her utter a word. He fastened his steps towards his classroom. He has a lot of things going on his mind and that nerd is making him more frustrated. “Mr. Calazar, you are early for tomorrow.” Mr. Pasyaw said to his professor is in his mid 40’s. He is one of the most strict professors on campus. Laughs echoed in the room. “And it looks like someone will lose his job today, Sir.” He smirked.

Professor Stern who was watching everything from the sidelines muttered calmly. Unlike the fans who were increasingly excited by what they were seeing, the professor was very calm. Yes, just like Cronos had stated earlier, Professor Jackson was not a combat type. At least, he was not a direct combat type. He didn’t fight his battles through direct confrontation, for he was not one who possessed unreal power in his fists like Professor Stern neither was he a master of weapons like Grandmaster Cairo. His specialty was elsewhere, and he had been banned from using his specialty until the fourth test began. Well, the fourth test had started, so there was nothing to hold the professor back. It was

I smiled at Kenji who was at his ends wit. “Don't even think about sleeping,” he glared at me. The man—Professor Neven Karlsson—reached the lectern and opened a folder. "Good morning," he said. That deep, smooth lilt made my skin feel prickly. "I am Professor Neven Karlsson. I’ve spent the morning reviewing the roster for this department. Let’s see who we have." He started calling names. He seemed detached, bored even, until he reached a specific line on the paper.

"I'm not signing anything until I know what it is." "It's your life raft," one of the men in suits said. He didn't smile. "I'm Mr. Miller. I handle the Professor's legal affairs. These papers state that you are a Junior Fellow for the Blackwood Archive Initiative." "A Junior Fellow?" I looked at Caspian. "I'm a student. I don't even have my degree yet."

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

I rolled my eyes inwardly. Tumingin ako sa harapan at nakita ko ang prof ko na may hawak na libro habang naka sandal sa teacher's desk. He's in mid 40's I guess. Wearing a gray slacks and a white polo shirt he doesn't look appealing compared to Elijah. Hindi naman siya mukhang masungit at mahigpit pero I'm not quite sure.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"