Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

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.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

I said to him, "Okay." Professor Derrick responded to me. "I'm sorry if I sounded off or implied anything inappropriate. I'm usually poor at making jokes, y'know?" He asked Professor Derrick, laughing with caution. "Then don't make them at all. Another Alpha would have had your head." Professor Derrick said to him. The dean froze instantly. "That was a joke." Professor Derrick said but did not laugh at all. Wait, was it really a joke? "Oh, I see. You're one funny Alpha." The big fat guy said as he led the way.

"I told you, I’m over men. I can’t handle any more head-over-heels romances, or whirlwind marriages, or fairytale—" "Whoa, whoa, whoa," she cut in. "Who said anything about romance or marriage? I’m just talking about a little fun." I groaned. "Fun gets confusing real quick, in my experience. Especially when the ‘fun’ in question is our professor." "Oh, please. The man is like a walking lava cake. If I were you, I’d be in his sheets right now, learning practical skills." I laughed despite myself. "Of course you would."

He simply opened the door, kissed my forehead, and asked how my day went. It was… nice, almost normal. “How was the lecture?” he asked as we pulled away from campus. “Boring as hell,” I said, leaning my head against the seat. “Professor spent forty minutes arguing with himself about stare decisis. I almost fell asleep.” He chuckled. “Sounds riveting. Want me fire him?” I shot him a look. “Don’t even joke about that.” “Who said I was joking?” He glanced over with a small smirk. “I could do it. One phone call.”

I bit my lip. "He has confidence." The professor adjusted his glasses. "No, Mr. Daniels." "I checked online." Kael whispered again. "Oh, this is getting interesting." I had already started shaking with laughter. The professor sighed. "Would you like to come teach the class?" The student actually thought about it. Kael buried his face inside his notebook. "I admire the delusion." That was it. I lost it completely. I laughed so hard my shoulders started shaking. The professor looked in our direction.

The man says with a straight face. "No, I don't sir, if I did I wouldn't be here. " I say to him. "Surely you must have heard a rumor or two." The man says, looking at me with distrust 8n his eyes. It comes back to me at a rapid speed. I remember that last session, some rumors were flying around of professors sleeping with students in order to increase their grade, and if I remember correctly, they were all sacked but there was a particular professor who was called back and I knew without any doubt that he was the one standing in front of me right now.

It's because I kept daydreaming about all that happened with Logan. “Ok! Guys, I'll be submitting your projects, and if you don't do well, I'm going to fail you. And on top of that, you'll not proceed to third year ". Professor Ambrose Mills said. " Let's proceed, today we'll talk about the Cold War……” blah blah blah I zoned out and I didn't even know when the professor finished his lecture or when he disappeared. I was never like this; I always paid attention to my class, no matter what. This is all because of Logan; he's playing with my mind.