Professor Of Logic Joke Novels & Stories

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.

“You started aging since the emblem was out of your place. Are you sure you want to die?” With that mocking question out of the professor’s tongue, the entire room was filled with silence. Until a loud and roaring series of laughing emanated from the oldest man among them. The founder of Laxon University, Verdiga Jallan. “Ybanez, you’re humorous as always,” he complimented. “Let’s say, I do less effort to retrieve the emblem purposely. I want to know what her real capability is. But I have never expected for her to know the truth.”

"Oh! O-of course Nate. What can I do for you?" "I have taken Psychology as my elective this year. So attending my lecture." Allie scoffed. "You are in the wrong class. This class is for first-year students." "I know, but I heard that Mr Logos is an excellent professor and can teach anything. That's why I specifically asked to be transferred to his class." "Oh my!" The professor chuckled. "Its an honour. Please, feel free to sit wherever you'd like Nate."

I clench my fist to stop myself from shivering, maybe from listening to his words or at how the air is quickly becoming very chilly. I encourage myself to speak more, “I don’t know what to believe.” He regards me with a deep sense of humor, “I heard from Remi that you asked the doctor if we were out of space,” He is amused, “Sounds like something my students would say.” “Your students?” He nods and then shrugs, “I’m a professor at San Zero City University and the person I spoke of earlier was one of my students, taking my courses and lessons. He was a human as well but not anymore.”

“Why not? Luna countered. Logan scoffed. “Because.” “ ‘Because?’ ” Luna scoffed too. “What are you, 5?” “Fine,” he finally said. “You want a joke? What do you call a woman who thinks she can play one over a wise young man by calling him boring?” He looked at Luna with his eyebrows raised, his eyes twinkled with mirth. Luna laughed. “I thought that was going to goad you for sure, it always worked before.” Logan tweaked Luna’s nose affectionately. “I’ve grown, pretty Luna. And my jokes are more clever now, are they not?”

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?”

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.