Novel & Cerita Professor Paradox

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

JAXON “I didn’t think you would come see me again,” Professor Storm’s voice was a hoarse slur. She was a wreck, a shadow of her old self. Slumped against the stonewall with silver-coated chains binding her wrists and ankles, she looked drained. “I have questions,” I said, drawing out a chair. She scoffed weakly. “And what makes you so sure that I have the answers that you want?” She’d better not test me. I was certainly not in a good mood, and if she pissed me off, I was more than ready to maim her.

said Captain Arnold with a tense face. Professor Alex continued to stare at the monitor screen. He seemed unable to believe what he saw. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. “Did I predict wrong? The thing I feared the most happened too…” Professor Alex muttered. “The scariest thing? What do you mean?" asked Captain Arnold a little confused. "Actually, I don't want to tell anyone about this. But because the situation is like this, I am forced to tell you Capt. Only you. You remember the Paradox theory I told you about before?” asked Professor Alex to confirm.

“Carmen was real but consensual. The colleague was retaliation. The graduate student was completely false.” “According to you,” my mother says coldly. “According to the investigations. According to the evidence.” His voice rises. “I’m not claiming to be innocent. I crossed lines with Carmen, I had a messy affair with a colleague but I’m not a predator. I’m just…” “Human?” my father finishes. “Flawed, weak?” He coughs. “Those are explanations, Professor. Not excuses.” “I know.” “Do you? Because from where I’m lying, it looks like a pattern. Women in your professional orbit. Power dynamics. Complaints following you from city to city.” My father’s eyes are fierce despite his dying body. “And no

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

What am I even trying to say with this? The thought made my chest tighten. Professor Langley would have sighed, circled the page with red ink, and scrawled “Lacks emotional depth" in the margins. Again. I exhaled, rubbing my temples. Maybe I should just "Interesting technique are you Struggling?" The voice, deep and smooth as aged whiskey, came from just behind me. I startled, nearly knocking over my jar of brushes. Jerome Laurent stood close enough that I could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

The murmurs doubled and I suddenly thought inside if I made the right decision of intervening or not yet I am already here so might as well straight up with my point now. “How long overboard?” I purse my lips, containing my patience. “You could have just say it nicely.” “How nice? Her question is very obvious and straight up idiocracy. How can I not go sarcastic towards her?” I wet my lower lip before smirking. "Mister, the last time I check, you are a Professor. But why are you showing us an opposite interaction in between you and your students?” “Well then, you are hypocrite enough for acting that way. You admit it to yourself that she is wrong but why are you pointing out what I did?”

he explained. "Alright, I don't see why not." He went to the other table where he had a stack of papers with the university letterhead. Indeed, he was reviewing exams and looked convincingly like a professor. I continued summarizing, and when I reached a difficult point, I got frustrated enough to sigh, forgetting the fact that I was in the presence of a professor. "What's wrong?" he asked. "It's just that there's a point in the cross-cultural differences contrapositions that confuses me a bit," I admitted.