Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

I couldn't afford for anyone else to find out about my failure, not until I verified directly from Professor Lorcan. Professor Lorcan Steele, the youngest male professor in the university, also called Professor Untouchable because of his infamous acts in the university, the same professor I have been trying to ace to get back at my cheating ex, Xavier Woods. The plan was to make Professor Untouchable want me, and Xavier could watch his idolized professor fall for the ex he tossed aside—that would burn more. Xavier had spent the night with another girl on our first anniversary while I waited for him like an idiot, prepared a candle lit dinner and even dressed up. He had humiliated me publicly

he smirked, doing that quick double-brow lift like he knew exactly how ridiculous he sounded. I rolled my eyes, and a playful chuckle escaped my lips. “You joke too much, Professor Voss. We have a meeting to attend today,” I teased, leaning into him until my nipples touched his firm chest. “Yes, Miss Lockwood, I'm aware of that. As a matter of fact, I have a presentation I would very much like to demonstrate,” he said with a wink, that demonic smile curling up his lips. “Oh, really, I would very much like that, Professor. You see, I'm failing my classes because an asshole ruined my life by marking me. Now I'm about to be expelled from school,” I teased, sliding my fingers by his side and slo

“Believe me, it wasn’t so funny when it happened.” “It would make a great prank, though. My mind’s racing with ideas to try it on Thomas.” I laughed and leaned back. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Steven was the first to break it. “What do you do for a living?” I swallowed before I answered him. “I have my own bakery, and you?” “I’m a professor at the local University.” That wasn’t an answer I was expecting. “What do you teach?” “Math's.” “Wow, so you’re a math's guru.”

Gasps filled the room, and Mrs Jones smile quickly faded into a frown. Then she fell for my trap. What she fails to understand was that Professor Logan fucked me so good, understanding his lessons became easier. I hate psychology, music has always and will always be my passion but Professor Logan has made psychology so simple. "I bet you can't even answer the simple question," she shot back, "Who could a dummy like you know about social psychology." I could feel the attention of the class shifting to my direction, to see if I would cower or stand my ground.

"I left my good moral at home." My classmates laughed and I just shrugged. Our professor's face reddened in so much embarrassment. Why are they laughing anyway? It's not supposed to be a joke 'cuz I'm all serious here. What's with them and their shallow source of happiness? "Quiet, class!" She shouted afterwards. They behaved but some were still laughing their ass of while giving me a thumbs up, especially boys at the back. "Do you know what you're doing, young lady? And why is that... I can smell something on you?" The professor took a step towards the direction of my seat.

He is a person under forty and looks suspicious too. “Sorry for the delay,” the professor said after giving me a quick look. “Oh, what is a pretty girl like you doing here?” The teacher said as he approached me. "You take care, Grandpa," I said sarcastically, then sat down on the chair and heard laughter, and it turned out to be one of the boys. "Oh look who's on fire," said Jackson, mocking the professor. "Sit down, everyone; I don't want to hear any sound," the professor said angrily.

Nothing is surprising with that. I chose to spend the whole morning in the faculty room. I remember I have to check the papers for the last test. Luckily, I saw the answer key in one of my desk drawers. No matter how I try to accept my situation now, I still can't believe I would be a professor, let alone a biology professor. I have never liked science since I was young and my memory sucks. Whoever is behind this might be laughing right now knowing that I'm in big trouble. "Professor Chavez, don't you have any plans to have lunch?" Professor Jennings asked. She's one of the three pharmacology professors in the university.

Professor Smith said seriously. "Why?" old Mr. Elijah asked. "I mean, I'm sure I'll keep it safe." This professor was really strange, he only said half of what he said every time. They say that the end of science is theology, and this professor doesn't look too normal. The other side. Kourtney was about to leave the dinner to go back to rest when she stood up, she saw a familiar figure. This person, although she had only met once, in any case, will not forget.

“If I fail this test, I’ll die.” For some reason, the room erupts in laughter. Including the professor. What’s so funny? Is my life a joke to them? After they’ve had a good laugh about my future, his expression turns serious. “Committing suicide over a test isn’t something I’d advise, Ms. Walter. A failed test isn’t the end of the world.” He shrugs my hand off him. “See you next year.” “No, no. You can’t–” The whole place suddenly darkens, and the atmosphere becomes thick and hazy, like there’s a cloud of smoke hanging over the lecture hall.

Vinnie said. The manager leads us to the first floor. "This way" The manager led us. When we got in the room, the door is closed from outside and we both settle down. "What in the hell are you doing here? And why were you at the University?" Lorenzo bombarded questions at me. "Woah, hold on. Let me explain myself" I said. "Sure" He said, taking a deep breath while having a sip of the wine served to us. "Look, I'm an Economics Professor at the University and I had no idea about this wedding until now. Don't look at me like it's my fault" I said in a matter-of-fact tone.