Professor Paradox Novels & Stories

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

Freya asked with a suspicious looking face, but I quickly scoffed with surprise to rid off the suspicion on her face. “I was only surprised.” I replied. “He doesn’t look like someone to date a minor. Could she be his sister?” Freya shook her head without hesitation in response, giving me the idea that he probably had no sister. I felt really bad immediately, that I knew nothing about the man I desperately wanted to have. “I have known the professor for quite a very long time now.” Freya answered. “And he doesn’t have a sister. I just hope it isn’t what I am thinking.”

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

I can't accept that. “I see you're still conflicted," the professor observes. "Let's have a little test, shall we? True or false," the professor raises three fingers. "You know how this works. Three questions with only two possible answers. If you can answer false to any of them, maybe I am wrong.” I nod, grimacing. I’ve seen him cut a student’s argument to shreds this way. I know he means well, but my body still reacts like a scared child as I set the cup down with shaky hands and I respond, “I remember.”

"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.

It was already a stereotypical take, I guess. And if you think that my life as a student is not going to get any worse, well take a look at my professor. Professor Sebastian is the worst as well. I mean, he is not a misogynistic man, luckily but he stumps me with a lot of works and books and everything. It was just like my mother and father again making me read tons of information books. I was bored and stumped out of my head and I wanted to run away and probably just ditch all of these responsibilities and these studies.

“You’ve seemed distracted this morning.” “That obvious?” “You nearly wrote the word cryptid across three separate pages of notes.” I looked down at my open bag immediately. Sure enough, the word appeared repeatedly in messy, aggressive cursive in the margins of my notebook. Fantastic. Absolute academic excellence. “I’m going through a weird week,” I mumbled, shifting my weight. Professor Smith’s expression shifted slightly. It wasn't amusement. It was deep, calculating interest. “Sometimes,” he said carefully, leaning forward over his desk, “the things that unsettle us are the things we’re closest to understanding.”

’ I questioned myself that I didn't know when the professor stood in front of me. He slammed the book on my table, calling me back to reality. “Miss Drasa,” he added with a grin that screamed mockery, “hope your newfound fame isn’t interfering with your academics.” Laughter echoed in the room, Cassian didn’t even flinch. My fists clenched beneath the desk as I looked up to him. “Tell me,” the professor said, tapping the board immediately he walked away, “What’s the core principle behind the postcolonial narrative structure we discussed last week?”

said Professor Cokro wisely. To break the tense atmosphere in the class, Professor Cokro delivered a message to his students, "I understand your aspirations. I also feel that there is injustice in the policies of the Rector. But I beg you, let's use methods which do not violate or university's law!" asked the Dean. =========== ** ============== At the Dean building of Faculty of Economics and Finance, Professor Sari just came out of the master study seminar room. He had just finished attending the thesis proposal seminar from the student he supervised. While he was walking to his office, Herman came back to see him.

Loretta and I look at each other and all that goes through my mind is "This can't be, this must be some kind of prank. What are the chances of having a class with such a catty professor in my first semester? I knew it was something very rare to happen. Now, what are the chances of having two cat professors at the same university and in the same semester? My almost nymphomaniacal side was bordering on outburst at the mere thought. " I know you weren't expecting this sudden change, Professor Kate is quite respected in this subject, but I can assure you that I will also be able to handle it... "