Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

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.

professor MacPherson said with a glare. “You are on our nerves, professor. We have never been rude to you, or do you need us to do that?” Logan said. “Logan, I didn’t come for you. Little brat! Charles, did you actually kill the guy I gave you his picture?” professor MacPherson said. “Picture?” Charles said. “Yes, don’t play pranks with me,” professor MacPherson said. “You have given me a lot of pictures, so, I don’t know the one you are talking about,” Charles said innocently.

Trestan informed him. “What!?” Aquiro reacted as if he’s somewhat nervous. “I’m dead.” The professor just listened to their conversation and laughed at Aquiro’s hilarious face. “And she’s looking for her favorite student.” Trestan added, emphasizing the word ‘favorite’. “Favorite, huh? I thought you’re just bluffing.” the professor smirked. “Am I a joke to you, Prof.? Besides, It’s a small thing. Nothing to boast of.” But he sounds like one.

Adam ranted. "Yes that's true, happy reading to you, we would make sure we encourage you after finishing it." Edward joked and they bursted into a great laughter. "You need to stop this joke already, I am thinking about it already, that man won't release me in time." Adam scoffed. "Weldone in advance." Ryan mocked. "It is not funny at all." Adam snapped, they kept quiet. The professor resumed teaching and all students concentrated. The class ended a few minutes later... "Good day everyone." He said walking away, he stopped when he got to Adam's seat.

I clucked my tongue before continuing, "Sometimes I'd zone out and imagine the professor doing stand-up comedy instead of lecturing. It made the whole experience slightly less soul-crushing." "So , did you ever diagnose a patient with laughter-induced abdominal pain"?" He teased, sarcasm tinged in his tone. Okay, that was actually funny. "Are you kidding?" I asked, deciding to play along, "No, of of course not. The classes were to damn boring for anything like that." "Figures," he said still smiling. I didn't try to hit him this time, just continued going, "But I diagnosed myself with "chronic sleep deprivation" and "caffeine addiction." They were practically textbook cases."

“But I don’t see anything funny in degrading a marginalized group of people for laughs.” “Then tell the class a joke that is funny,” Professor Barns demanded. I shook my head. “I can’t think of any good jokes right now.” “Take a few moments to think of your best joke, stand up, and tell it to the class,” he insisted. “You obviously think you’re an expert on what’s humorous, so let’s hear what one of you bleeding heart Beta-lovers thinks is funny.” My mind spun, and I began to shake. The smug look on Professor Barns’s face told me he wanted to embarrass me to get me to do something stupid. Perhaps to get expelled or, at the very least, cry and run away.

"Anthony… What do you do? I mean, I don't think a professor can afford this type of lifestyle with such a low income. This house looks like it is worth millions of dollars." He stopped what he was doing to face me with a surprised expression on his face. I was confused about the expression and wondered if I offended him in some way. "You don't know who I am?" "I… I seriously don't. You're a mysterious man and… wait, you're not a don, right? You're using being a professor as a cover up." Anthony laughed even louder than he did the last few things, hunching over the island. He had a beautiful laugh but was he mocking me or something.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

I had thought that he had the looks of a teenager but must be in his early 20’s but 17 ? That was theoretically impossible ! He is not a prof here then ? “Don’t joke with me !” I scowled but he only grinned back. “No, I am speaking the truth. Why would I lie ?” he asked as he shrugged his shoulders. “You became a professor at the age of 17 ?” I questioned in disbelief. “No Ma’am. I became a professor when I was 16 and I am also going to turn 18 next month,” he disclosed. “This is so weird,” I muttered under my breath.

Eveb though I was overweight and fat, he could still lift me. Suddenly, I heard him laugh out loud because of my childishness. I couldn’t help but keep up with his laughter. It is funny to think that our mysterious Professor who isn’t smiling is now laughing with me. I wish to freeze the time, so that this moment would last forever.