Professor X Student Books Novels & Stories

Professor Xavier also sat in front of Vivian, he then prepared the children's exam files that seemed to never run out from yesterday. "Because there will be midterm soon so more papers will come." Wow, don't tell me that this handsome professor in front of her is dealing with this all by herself? Hah, now she knows the reason why professors are so particular about the quality of their students' assignments. If I were alone reading thousands of papers and they were all trash, I would give them an F. "Let's begin." Xavier took off his glasses, put them on the table, and brushed his hair back. Making Vivian have to check her nose many times in case she had a nosebleed.

Hell, part of me even hoped that he would magically get stuck in traffic for the entirety of class today just so I could get out of seeing him. But of course, that was just wishful thinking. “And… Cassandra Xavier.” “Here!” I smiled and handed the last paper in the stack to the young girl with curly hair and glasses sitting at the front of the class. Returning to the podium, I said, “If anyone has any questions about your papers, feel free to come talk to me. Until Professor Brooks arrives, please start reading chapter six in your textbooks.” With a chorus of murmurs and rustling papers, the students opened their textbooks. I sank down into the chair behind Edwin’s desk, keeping an eye out u

Cole asked, “Something wrong with these books?” “No, there’s nothing wrong with them. It’s just that these are all text books for programming students. Does your school have anything for professionals?” Caroline enquired. Cole pouted. “These are recommended readings by my professors and I couldn’t even understand half of them. Sis, you’re really something else.” “At the end of the day, these are intended for classroom reading, the information provided is only at a rudimentary level. Do you have any place in mind where you can borrow books on this topic other than your school library?”

Variations on different potions. Little observations that weren’t included in any official academy text. If half of it was accurate, it was more valuable than most of the books in the library. The door opened again. “Good morning, Miss Cantari.” I looked up quickly. The professor stood near the front of the room, setting several stacks of books onto the central table. “Good morning, Professor.” He nodded politely before moving around the room to prepare the day’s materials. Other students began filing in shortly after that.

Ashford went through the syllabus of the class, dates for midterms, and books needed - one being a textbook he co-authored himself. Looking around, Isa could tell this wasn't what some students expected and she figured she wouldn't be seeing them next class. The professor continued into an introduction to abnormal psychology, both its modern study but also its dark past of stigmatization and scrutiny. Isa could listen to the man talk about anything, so much so that an hour had flown by in a second. "I believe that's all I intended on covering today. See everyone on Wednesday. You're all dismissed." Professor Ashford promptly concluded, relocating back to the podium and desk set up to his rig

Like he was all ok at the infirmary, what happened now? "Can you move a bit, there's no space here " I told Xavier who just sighed and kept his eyes on the bord, totally ignoring me. "Xavier, move your books. There is no place for mine" I said again but what he did after that was unexpected, "Are you crazy! How can you throw away my books? " I shouted a little. For others books may be just a bunch of papers but for me they are the source of information and I respect education very much, you can not throw away such important things like that.

He deliberately paused, noticing a few students look up, a spark of interest in their eyes. "Please turn to page 50 in your textbooks and look at this case study," Professor Garrick said as he operated the computer. A set of data charts appeared on the projector. "This is a comparison of economic growth and the social equity index over the past five years." The sound of pages turning and hushed whispers filled the classroom. The student sitting next to Amelia noticed she didn't have a textbook and handed hers over. "Here, you can use mine. I'll share with my roommate."

"You'll both be working closely with the department of economics. The lecturers and students, if possible." I wiped my hands on my jeans as they'd turned clammy with sweat. The whole thing felt so surreal to me. It all of a sudden felt like I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. "Professor Deric will fill you in on the rest and I'd like to release you so you both can go about your day." He pushed the glasses up on his note and picked up the book he was looking at earlier. Seeing that as my cue to leave, I stood up on shaky legs.

“I’ve been looking for someone who appreciates anatomy as much as I do.” Lana smiled. “I’m not sure anyone appreciates it as much as you.” He chuckled. “I hear you’ve already finished Gray’s Anatomy.” She hesitated. “Twice.” The professor laughed, clearly pleased. From his satchel, he produced another thick volume and placed it carefully on the desk. “If you’ve exhausted the standard texts, try this.” Lana glanced at the title, her expression brightening. “This edition isn’t available to first-year students.”

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.