Profesor Novels & Stories

he said in a flat voice. "Daebak! then why and how did you become a professor?", I asked with curiosity. "First of all for your kind information I'm just a substitute teacher and as for why and how I became Professor then you are the answers of it.", he answered and started the car on green signal. "Me!", I pointed a finger on myself,"How am I the reason?"

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

Javier saw the old professor who was measuring a model with Vernier calipers in a small factory workshop. The professor’s name was Liam Jepson, and he was 70 years old this year. Like his name that meant guardian or protector, it was like he was born to guard the nation. Liam looked robust, like he was in his early sixties. People might buy it if he was said to be in his fifties. Liam was wearing his reading glasses and a pair of overalls, and he was currently comparing measurements on the Vernier calipers carefully. There were several young people in the workshop, probably Liam’s students. All of them were talents equipped with knowledge of advanced technology, but they were all wearing gre

Professor Cruz was a senior professor at the local medical university, responsible for teaching students in their sophomore year and above. With only three lectures a month and sometimes even fewer, his classes were always packed to capacity. The reason? His teaching quality was unmatched. Every student he mentored personally had gone on to achieve great things. Most earned doctorates, while the "least accomplished" held master’s degrees. If Professor Zeller was considered one pillar of the medical world, then Professor Cruz was undoubtedly the other.

Tutoring The Bad Boy {When Miss petite meets Mr Arrogant} . Episode 11: Progressive . “And that is for today, make sure to read about it more when you get home “. The professor said before packing his things and turning off the projector in which he was using to show slides of the course work. Haven breathed out a sigh of relief as he stretched his limbs letting out a disgruntled groan. Ariel glanced at him with a look of confusion on her face. “Why are you groaning and acting like you did something ?”.

Meanwhile, up front, Belva sat confidently, legs crossed, laptop open, ready to absorb every word from the professor like she’d already swallowed the textbook before class even started. Our professor, Dr. Franklin, a middle-aged guy with hair that always looked like he’d just fought a losing battle with a block of code, walked to the front of the room. “Alright, before we jump into today’s material, let’s start with a question,” he said, writing something on the board. On the projector screen appeared a microprocessor diagram with various data and control lines. “Who can explain how this system handles interrupts from external devices?” I had just opened my mouth when—

Keisha hold my hand; she forced me to sit at the empty chair, next to her. I removed my bag from my shoulders; when we all heard, the voice of a man; I turn, to the lecture door, it is the same man, from the cafeteria, the one Lisa said, he might be the new professor; how can a tall, handsome, with an alpha's Aura; be a common professor; although, professor's are the most paid; especially in Preston University; yet; why would be want to be a common professor?.... "Good day everyone, my name is professor Sam William, and we are going to have lots of fun on my course,"...

The amused expression on his face made me shake my head in annoyance. "Someone is clearly enjoying my suffering," I thought to myself. I looked ahead again. After exchanging a few words with Blake, the principal finally left the room. "Hello, everyone. I'm Blake. You can call me Professor Blake or Mr. Blake, whichever you prefer,” he said calmly. “I will be teaching the Microbiology class. Today we will discuss which microbes are healthy for our bodies and which are not.” I should have been paying attention, but my mind wandered, stuck staring at the handsome man in front of me who was teaching with a serious and focused expression.

“ Welcome to Varsity school of talent, my name is Sebastian Gane, your new history and arts professor. “ Something about the man's voice sent me shivering, was he the man in my room?