Novel & Cerita Professor Paradox

Professor: you over there, you with the hoodie and brown hair. Student: Yes sir Professor: can you define a hybrid for me?? Student: a hybrid is a ... ummm.. He tries but he just stammers and mutters some certain words that absolutely makes no sense. Professor: What's your name Student: Patrick Kent Professor: don't worry about your CA for this semester, you've gotten nil Patrick: I'm very sorry sir Professor: this should serve as a lesson for you students. When I call for a quiet class, I actually mean a quiet class.

By dawn, we had a map of connections that was both fascinating and terrifying. "Look at this," Miguel said, highlighting several entries. "These three professors who resigned last year, all of them were researching supernatural phenomena. And all of them left right after submitting papers about 'extraordinary human abilities.'"

Was it possible that he was speaking the truth? No. It wasn’t the same. Was it? The professor smirked, like he could see the war inside my head. “If you really believe it’s impossible to like two people at the same time,” he said smoothly, “then you should leave me now.” Something inside me cracked. “What?” “You heard me,” he said. His expression was unreadable. “Sage, you alone can’t satisfy me. I need someone else.” The words were like a knife to the gut. I stepped back, barely able to breathe. I tapped my chest lightly to ease the ache that settled there.

In fact, the professor has managed to put on some weight and looks tired. “You sound like I should be worried about being noticed,” he laughs as if he can’t believe me. He probably thinks I’m delusional so I can give him as much as a moment of benefit of the doubt. Just a moment, though. I raise my finger and grin, “Oh, but you should.” “Hmm. And why do you think so, my dear Sarah?” Professor brings his hand up to his face and scratches his chin. I imitate his action as I speak, “Well, to begin with, if you haven’t done your research, you’re in one hospital with the entire Vincent family. Don’t act like you don’t know who they are.”

Hmm, the professor did not seem to ignore it though. He very well repeated his words and left the side of his desk, walking all the while to the last bench and stare down at Zander. Having him stand beside him did not satisfy Zander in any way. He gave his eyes a dramatic roll and wondered upon what was going to happen, 'Bullshit drama!' "Would you care to explain to us why do you think is it a Bullshit, Zander?" The professor sat on the empty space next to him as the hundreds of eye balls filled with curiosity ultimately followed the teacher and Zander at the last bench.

I practically take it everywhere like I do to the necklace I inherited from my late Mom. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the next announcement made my chest drop. “ Everybody, I would like you to meet professor Aaron Devinsky. The youngest billionnaire of our time.” The class cheered. I stared at him, puzzledly. “ What's he doing here?” The VC continued. “From today, he's your professor and course coordinator for communication and international public relations.” " Oh my God!"

But then, like always, he got sidetracked. “—and that’s why the theory only works if you factor in the external variables,” he went on, then suddenly paused and frowned like something had just occurred to him. “Wait, did I ever tell you about that professor I had last semester? The one who used to bring his cat to class in a little backpack? Swear on my life, the cat had its own seat. People were scared to sit near it because it would just stare at you the whole time like it was judging you.” I blinked. “What does that have to do with—”

She says, whispering the last sentence as he was approaching us. He passes by us, the corridor as a whole admiring the straight man who was sincere to his job to the core. He wasn't the person to entertain such vile acts of getting service from young girls to improve their marks. He is a respected professor in this campus and everyone who admires him want him in their beds. Even me. Although, I know that isn't possible in this lifetime. As he passes by us, he gives us a nasty glare and keeps walking faster. That's professor Zayn Johnson for you.

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.