Professor Novels & Stories

“It’s good to have multiple outlets. Art can be isolating sometimes.” “Is that why you became a professor?” I asked. “To be less isolated?” He considered this as he stirred the sauce. “Partly. Teaching forces me to engage with the world in ways I’d normally avoid.” He gave a lopsided, self-deprecating smile. “Though my colleagues would probably tell you I still don’t engage enough.” ‘Professor Julia seems to think you engage just fine.’ I thought to myself. “The sauce is almost ready. Would you mind setting the table? Plates are in the cabinet.”

My breath caught as I typed his name into the search bar: Professor Black. His account was private, but his profile picture…God, that picture was enough to undo me. His face was in profile, strong jawline catching the light. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just enough of his chest. And there, peeking from the collarbone, black ink twisted into a tattoo.

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 t

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark co

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

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 d

Chapter 3 Scheid's POV "Is it really okay with you, sir, to add another student to your class? I heard that your five calculus classes are full because of the number of students transferring to your class. Well, it seems like I haven't heard any complaints from you..." said Mr. Grospe, the sixty-two-year-old head of Mathematics department. A tall and chubby professor who you might mistake for Santa Claus because of his thick and white beard.