Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

“We’re playing The Game of Hearts!” Groans and chuckles followed. Jordan leaned back in his chair. “Oh, here we go again. Every event turns into Hazel’s circus.” Hazel shot him a playful glare, folding her arms. “At least my circus keeps people awake — unlike your TED Talks on stock portfolios, Professor Boring.” The table burst into laughter, forks clinking and glasses shaking as even Richard bit back a grin.

Accordingly, Their professor, a man who looked to be in his 30s wearing a formal dress and glasses, entered the class. The whole class stood up except and wished, "Good morning Mr Flitsen." "Good morning As I could see Mr Damon is already on his seat, everyone else please have your seats," he said and moved to his desk. Damon unnoticed the professor's sarcastic comment and kept playing with his Rubik's cube he snatched from a middle school kid and was trying to solve it for a week but couldn't. A farting sound came as the professor sat on his chair. His face went red as a tomato and was deeply sheepish. The whole class burst into laughter. He sat on a fart cushion.

“Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…” I zoned out of what she was saying. My mind raced to the night before. The bar, the intense gazes, the reckless comfort of a stranger who wasn’t supposed to matter beyond dawn. A one-night mistake I had decided to get rid of my mind completely except he was here right now and he was my professor. Was the universe playing a cruel joke on me? Why wasn’t anything going my way?

“You should have thought of that earlier.” Desperation took over. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand. “Please,” I said, my voice shaking. “You don’t understand. If I fail this… I’ll die.” There was silence. Then— Laughter. The entire room erupted. Students, Voices and even my professor. I froze, my hand slowly dropping. “What’s so funny?” I whispered. My chest burned. “Is my life a joke to you?” The laughter slowly died down. My professor looked at me again, but this time, there was something else in his eyes.

He hangs out with famous people in college to get noticed. "Or what, ha?" I snapped back as I walked towards him as well. "I'll puncture your tyre-like belly!" He joked. Some of his friends laughed and he was encouraged. He made such more comments, making my hands tremble in indignation. People laughed. It was as though we were in a circus. Professor Trent was also watching quietly.

I have plenty of reasons to be embarrassed. I snicker at the prim way he’s laid out his argument. ‘You’re wasted as a classics teacher,’ I tell him. ‘They should have put you in logic or rhetoric.’ ‘I was in fact a professor of rhetoric for a brief stint in the fifties,’ he says, ‘so your teasing falls on false ears.’ I’m already distracted from my jibes, however. ‘The fifties? Were you always a professor, then? I confess, I never thought much about what you might have done in the centuries that you spent as a dhampir.’

In the end, we were all rolling about the floor laughing as they shared ridiculous sexcapade stories. “That’s no fun,” Seth says, goading Levi. Thankfully, the professor walks in just then and we all have to pay attention. ‘Saved by the bell,’ Zanthe snickers at me.

he said with a stern look and turned his back on me to continue with the topic. My brows knitted. Professor Luther had a wicked, but not uncommon fascination with trapping mindless students in his fishnet of asking out-of-the-syllabus topic-based questions, which brought nothing more than shame to the students who believed they were actually quite good at learning the said topic in the class. In short, he loved torturing us with hard questions that had no relation to our syllabus, whatsoever. Yet today, he chose to spare me? How was two plus two five today? Had the sun chosen to set on the east and rise on the west?

The professor introduced himself while keeping the book on the table. "Hello, sir!” We wished him and sat back as he moved his hand down to sit back. "Well, I want you guys to introduce yourselves! Let's start and learn about each other." Our classmates and even me, looked at our friends! Who will start the first LOL! Once again, a boy stood up in the class, and he is none other than my life saver. "That's the spirit—the first bencher is going to be first in any way." The professor made the joke fun and laughed.