Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

"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.

Gosh, ouch" I muttered as I stared up only to realize that the lecturer threw a chalk at my forehead. The class was in laughter "Hey lady, will you please focus on my lectures?" He asked "Im sorry sir," I said picking up the chalk on the floor I stood up and returned it back to him "What are thinking about in my class?" He asked staring at me when I got to his front "Its nothing sir, I'm sorry," I said "Its something ma, you can't just be lost in class and be thinking about nothing," He replied jokingly and the class busted into laughter

Alec said after the laughter had died down, as if remembering something, the three burst out laughing. The laughter died down. "You guys remember her?" Gideon asked with a blush. "Who wouldn't remember her" Alec answered. Flashback …. "Go to the heavens and the furthest place on earth, you would see that none, I repeat, none of my answers are ever wrong" Professor Smith boasted as usual. Some students rolled their eyes, they were used to Professor Smith's boasting, while some especially the junior ones felt intimidated. The hall was filled with students both from senior and junior years.

I'm glad that he came on the right track. "You know Mr Stranger, today Professor Zain was also injured. So I thought you're professor Zain." I told him and laughed loudly. I stopped laughing instantly as he uttered in a serious tone, "I'm really your Professor Zain." Like seriously, he's saying that he's professor Zain. Am I a fool? "Nice joke." I chuckled. "I'm serious." Yeh, I know you're very serious. "You can't make me fool, Mr Stranger. Professor Zain is so rude and you're sweet like sugar. This can't be possible. There's no comparison between you both." Now he chuckled.

Shanon half-dreamily looked at her son. "He's not even two years old yet." "Just try it. You will get advice from an expert about your child's intelligence." “I will discuss it later with my husband. He's a bit busy, and he hasn't called me all day.” “Wow, he really is an ass type, huh?” “You're not the first person to comment like that. By the way, where have you been?" “I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?”

Here we are again with the nonsense answers of my classmates. “Yes, you are right! But what is the exact definition of Logic?” Ma’am asked calmly. I love the way how she handles our answers. Since no one knew, Ma’am had already answered her question. “Okay. Logic is the science of correct reasoning” “Ohh! That’s it” my classmates whispered. “You hypocrites! Who is this Father of Logic?” Ma’am asked afterward so everyone think. "Ma'am, it’s Auguste Comte!" One of my classmates answered, obviously just guessing.

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

"If he's marked by magic, he might not even know. He could be a pawn. Kill him now and you lose the thread. Let him lead you to whoever's pulling the strings." Zeta logic. Always thinking three moves ahead. So here I sit. In a bubblegum-pink sweater because my wife thought it would make me look ugly. The joke's on her. Apparently, I look good in anything. The professor dismisses the class, and students start filing out. I really can't believe I sat through two lectures without losing my shit. Worse, my head is still hammering. I can barely see through my left eye. I don't tell Noelle that, though.

“Did I shock you so much that you can’t talk anymore? You were talking highly of yourself earlier as if you were something when you are nothing without the backing of your mate!” I laughed at the Professor’s words because he genuinely sounded funny. His way of thinking was twisted but in a funny way. Did he expect me to cover my head in shame just because my mate decided to take care of me? He must be out of his mind!

He asked. “The dean has been calling you for a while now, where did your train of thoughts wander to? Hmm... do not tell me there's a new pretty young lady that has grasped the attention of our very own Professor Ethan”. Professor Dom joked, attempting to lighten the terse and taut atmosphere in the room. He had almost succeeded if not for one rather arrogant and angry flaw which happened to be Professor Ethan himself. Everyone, even the dean had laughed at the joke except two people, but of course one of them was the professor.