Profesor Novels & Stories

He looked around and asked me to bend my head so no one could hear us. “Dr Tona got fired.” A gasp fell from my lips and I felt a sick sense of joy in my heart. “Really? What happened?” “Well, let’s just say she messed with the wrong person. Apparently, someone reported her for begging lecturers to change Rami’s grades.” That was absolutely scandalous. “Wow.” I snorted “Wow is right.” Some people just gave women a bad name. “So, who’s taking her course now?” “It’s supposed to be Professor Jared but he’s currently not around.” My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I couldn’t help the blush that coloured my cheeks.

Mabilis akong napa-iwas ng tingin at binaling ang tingin sa harapan. What was that? Bakit ganoon sya makatingin na para bang may ginawa akong mali. Arghhh men are so difficult to understand. "I'm Professor Jameson Lennon, your instructor for the whole year. At dahil ito ang una nating pagkikita why don't we do some introduction?" naka-ngiti nitong saad at saka humarap sa blackboard at may isinulat. I frowned. Introduction? Yung say your name, age and address?

I whispered. “And that will be all for today,” Professor Kai’s voice cut through the room, firm and final. He was already snapping his textbook shut, as a few eager students shot their hands up, but he waved them off with a tired motion. “Hold your questions until next time, and I promise to address them all.” I glanced at my watch, he was leaving early. A full thirty minutes early!?, my stomach tightened, and then, I knew my guess was right, Something is wrong!

He glances at me, and instinctively checks his phone. Disappointed, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the professor wearing a pokerface. “ Look,” the professor pointed at the board. I shut my eyes, and heard Lisa giggle happily. I imagined the triumphant smile and satisfaction on her face, and my stomach churned like forced cramps. “ I have a class to teach now, not a stupid love letter to read.” Aaron replied, visibly annoyed. Lisa chuckles loudly this time. And half of the class joined.

And then he thanked us and left the premises and the professor entered the classroom for our first lesson. along with prof entered a late student. He came and sat beside me and gave me warm smile with his hand to greet. I greeted him with hand shake and he told me his name as Elijah. He was very handsome will built around 5.10 height. and told him my name and he was amused with it and then smiled saying it is a beautiful name...... As prof started writing something on the white board and started explaining it we stopped talking and paid our attention towards what prof was teaching.

If he only doesn't recognize that I even exist then my game plan is perfect until I finish here. The teacher walks inside and my eyes just widened out from my sockets. I literally was shocked to see him. He stands before the entire class and he has gotten even manlier and really handsome. He was wearing a white polo that was tucked inside his black skinny jeans paired with his shiny black leather shoes. He looks at us and I'm sure he spotted me cos his eyebrows shoot up. "Good morning everyone." He says. He moved his eyes to me. "I'm Prof. Kingsgrove and I'm your subject teacher for this semester and it's a pleasure to see new faces."

"Don't know about you but Miss Julik was a pain in the butt." I giggled. "Kinda right there though." He mirrored my expression and suddenly our conversation was cut down when the door opened and entered the new Professor---the same one which we had seen earlier in the cafeteria. Grey's eyes turned into slits and he quietly said, "pinch me. I must be dreaming Rose. Pinch me, I said." I was about to reply when his deep, husky voice boomed around the class. "Afternoon students. I'm Professor Edoardo Piaci, your new Psychology 6501 teacher." He paused, taking in each and every face, before resuming, "I believe, you all have finished the HIV trauma infused research paper handed by the previous te

Nikolai “Bloody no fucking way.” I frowned, anger bubbling through me. “I’m not fucking participating in any fucking tutorial program.” Professor Keller flinched. Actually flinched. The man was in his late fifties, balding, wire frame glasses sliding down his nose. His office smelled like old books and cheap coffee. Diplomas framed neatly behind him. Awards. Certificates. All useless. He cleared his throat. “Mr. Carrington, this isn’t optional.”

After that, they all pointed at the old professor who had suddenly rushed in. When the principal saw this person, he could only bottle up the anger in his heart. He could not afford to mess with the old professor. This old professor was the titular professor of their medical school, and he was highly reputable in their school. He was also a highly respected acupuncture master in Isonbert, known as Dr. Watte. There were many people who wanted to seek Dr. Watte’s expertise to cure their illness, and countless had asked for his help. There were also countless people who wanted to ask Dr. Watte to be their teacher.

Sam introduced me. “Hm, very good news. I am seeking my next protégé and from what I just saw and heard--this girl is an artist and a connoisseur. It’s what I am searching for. I am professor Mark Anderson,” the bald guy outstretched his wrinkled hand towards me and I gave him a confused smile, as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you…um, sir,” I struggled. “He was my tutor and is also teaching in the local college. I owe him a lot. He is very patient and skillful. I have learned a lot from him.” Samuel complimented.