Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

"I’d say something, and you’d be so deep in thought that you’d either not hear me or just give me a distracted nod before running off to do whatever genius thing you were working on." I let out a laugh, the sound sudden and unrestrained. "Genius? Please, I probably looked like a sleep-deprived zombie half the time. I apologize if I looked like a snub, I am too oblivious for my own good.” "No arguments there," he teased. I laughed again, shaking my head. But just as I did, a voice cut through the room. "What’s so funny?" The laughter died on my lips as I looked up. The professor stood at the front of the room, his gaze pinned on me.

“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.’

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?

I huffed not finding his joke funny. “It was just a joke, where’s your sense of humor.” He scoffed. “Stop being so uptight geez.” “What topic?” “Parametric equations.” He answered seriously. “Alright, let’s get started then.” I started explaining to him and we went through several questions. “I hope you’re not saying you’ve understood just so you can leave.” I told him after he had told me he had understood all the concepts and formulas I had explained to him. “Relax, I have understood.” He told me while packing his books.

He was like some dream man I could never actually have. The baby kicked me, as if she knew my thoughts. I know you don’t agree, but sometimes adults have to do things that suck. “Are you celebrating Thanksgiving, Professor?” asked a student in the front row. In profile, I saw Lochlann smile. “Wasn’t planning to, no.” “You can come to my family’s Thanksgiving,” a female student said before giggling.

The professor ended, as he cleared his throat. Lucas tried to become serious. But as he walked and gazed at the professor's bald scalp, he can't help but giggle. He was lanky and looked like a cartoon character: like Rick and Morty, the meme he saw. That one was the meme peeling the wall. Hands behind him and walking gleefully, Lucas waited for the professor to speak. He tried walking slower, to hide his small laughs. Surprisingly, Moon was absolutely right! Lucas enrolled into something with fire. Maybe he will apply for the Fortune Telling Class for this skill in guessing things.

she said with obviousness, seeing that Professor Logan was coming in. "Aha, I know. But it was so private that every open-minded human being is after that diary, why is that?" "Because they're all meddlers," she replied, and they laughed lightly. Professor Logan began his lecture, which was entertaining, as he had a unique sense of humor. When he finished, with half an hour left in the class, he decided to give the students free time and engage them in conversations about whatever they wanted. "Have you heard the story of the failed decay cemetery?" Logan asked with some humor, and the class nodded. "Well... from what little I've read, it's all tied to a silly diary."