Novel & Cerita Professor Merrythought

"You'll get used to the women who fantasize about our Ethics professor. Who doesn't? He's so hot." "Sir Estocapio?" I mean, our prof is tall, has a nice speaking voice and a pretty fit body. "Hey you witch! Are you blind already? Sir Estocapio’s charm and sex appeal are overflowing," Cherry blurted out before giggling. I scratched my head so hard. I'm sorry. I didn't know that our Ethics prof was so handsome. It’s not my fault that I was a face-blind. "All right. All right. I have to go, Meredith. By the way, looking forward to being with you again in a debate room, representing our university. See you tomorrow at our org’s meeting!" Cherry waved at me before leaving the room.

One unread message blinked at the top: From: Sloane Mercer Subject: Re: (no subject) I froze. Then I opened it. You might want to double-check your recipients next time, Professor. But... message received. Short. Sharp. Teasing. It was exactly her. I exhaled slowly, my pulse spiking. I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or terrified. I typed a response three times, deleted each version, then settled for the safest possible option. Ms. Mercer, Please disregard the previous email you received. It was sent in error and not intended for you. I sincerely apologize for any confusion caused. Regards, Professor Dalton.

Mia. My mind was spinning in all directions. It felt chaotic and disorganized, like a whirlwind of thoughts. They were all jumbled up and messy. The thoughts felt tangled and dirty. And they were all about father Thorne. I could hardly process what was being said before the professor’s voice boomed across the room. “We’ll have a short test based on what I just explained.” My heart jumped. I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts like I'd been slapped.

“Did you think you were Taylor Swift, little girl? Did you think writing too much like her would make me happy? She is already in the business. We don’t need another one.” I lower my head, clenching my fist because I want to shout back so badly. Professor Clarke is a sophisticated woman in her mid-thirties, but she has mood swings like a woman going through menopause. I don’t argue with my professors, but she’s the only one who upsets me to the core. “I understand, professor.” I’m also not the only student going back and forth at her office in the past few weeks, but I’m the last one she hasn’t passed.

Outside, Mia and Zara were waiting on a bench like they’d planned an intervention. “There she is!” Mia called, waving me over. “Come sit. You look like you just ran a marathon.” I dropped down between them, exhaling dramatically. “I’m trying so hard to move on from him, guys. I sat in the back. I barely spoke. And then he called on me anyway. And praised me. And returned my notebook. Why does he have to make it so difficult?” Zara grinned, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “Because the universe hates us, clearly. But seriously, Ava you’ve got this. Final year! We should be planning epic graduation parties, not pining after unavailable professors.”

“It’s a public cafeteria, isn’t it? I promise not to deduct points for poor conversation.” I froze. “Of course, Professor.” He sat down across from me, completely unbothered by the dozens of eyes that immediately turned our way. It was awkward, to say the least. Professors didn’t eat with students, not unless it was some kind of formal event. Ethan looked like he was debating whether to disappear under the table, and I couldn’t even blame him. But Kieran, as usual, carried himself like he owned the air around him. Within minutes, he had us laughing as he explained the real history behind the course we were taking, how most of what the textbooks said was edited by the Council, and how much de

One had to be precise when enchanting them, which just so happened to be the one thing Henry was not. Professor Merriweather swept into the room on a cloud of gardenia scented perfume. Her long hair was the color of cinnamon, bound in a thick braid that trailed halfway down her spine. I didn’t mind the professor, but she had a penchant for running off the rails with her lectures, inevitably leaving the class stumped. “Good evening, everyone!” She sang, then proceeded to launch into a recap of what we’d learned last class. Afterwards, she flitted to a nearby supply closet to retrieve what appeared to be an ordinary occult textbook.

“What is he talking about?” “Not here,” Mateo says quietly. “Professor, let’s go.” The officers gesture toward the door. I watch them escort Mateo out. David lingers behind, steps close to me. “You threw away three years for a man you barely know,” he says, voice low. “I hope he was worth it.” I don’t respond. Just turn and walk toward the door. David calls after me. “Oh, and Elena? You’re officially dropped from the physics program. Morrison signed the paperwork an hour ago. Effective immediately.”

she said. I heard Rowan snicker, and I nudged him in the ribs. Draven squeezed my hand gently again, and replied to the professor. “Well, thank you for telling me how you really feel, Professor Morris. If you are so unhappy with the academy, you are free to find a new position elsewhere. A different academy maybe? Please, don’t let us stand in your way. However, if you look at the school’s numbers, things are better than they have been in many years. Since becoming headmaster, I have seen the students thrive, and become academically sound. They actually enjoy being at school instead of wishing they were anywhere else. There will be some new things implemented in the near future that I’m sure

It was far from being a piece of cake. "How does he remember all these stuff?" A boy from the other end of our joined table asked. "That's what makes a professor, a professor, isn't it? They're passionate about their subject. And we just did something horrible to him today..." My eyes swiftly went to gaze at Mercy. She seemed distant, but was doing fine with her group of friends. I blinked my eyes, not knowing what to do. Out of the blue, my phone had gone off. I caught Mark glancing down at my screen, caller ID displayed as...