Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

As long as she could pass the final examination, no one would say anything about it. Later that afternoon, there would be a class by Alina Bell's uncle, Professor Bell. Silvia intended to attend the lecture, so she'd asked Reagan and Lemur if they wanted to come along. However, the two of them shook their heads repeatedly and even said that they would never attend his class no matter what. Professor Bell's had always been strict during his lecture. He would never allow his students to get distracted during the lecture. Unless they were compelled to, most of his students would not attend his classes. Those students who were willing to attend all his classes were those who were hardworking.

"Settle down." And that professor is Mr. Aguilar. He's the one that came inside and said that. Mr. Aguilar is known for being strict and rude, but he's good at teaching, so it doesn't matter. Although it should matter. The way he treats his students as if they're far inferior to him is getting on my nerves. "Remember to bring your notebooks whenever we have classes. Those who wouldn't follow my rules will be severely punished." It doesn't matter to me, though. I always leave my notes in my locker when I don't need to review or anything. I'm good at studying, so I have extra notebooks in my room.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

"I am your Professor. I am not your friend or your confidant. I am here to teach you. Not to be a babysitter. Cell phones are to remain off for the duration of this class. If you slack off in my class you will be made aware of such failure in front of your peers. I don't accept excuses for any reason when it comes to missing your assignments and tardiness. I give ample enough time for you to complete your work and your tests. If you are unable to keep up then I suggest you find somewhere else to go because I do not coddle and nor should your peers. I get that everyone works at their own pace, but I insist you keep up or you will be left behind. No exceptions. To those who don't know yet, you

I requested. Alex then said, "I like those with big buttocks, and soft big breasts, I don't care about anything else." "My oh my, what a large taste you have sir Alex," Tomo said and we laughed together. "Do you have a problem with my taste?" Alex asked violently. "Not at all, we would Inform you when she is ready," Tomo said. Alex left my office, he is so concentrated in training the Jeagers he may have forgotten all about himself. He is known to be the most strict teacher in the academy as his exams gave no hope.

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Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

Maybe I was just too calculating him to the point where I was being a skeptic. The students sauntered outside the room, as I sat still and watched as Sir Richards rubbed his forehead. He was the youngest teacher in Kingsley and it was apparent in his face. He was also the most strict and perfectionist among all of the teachers I’d been having a class with. And most importantly, the most distinct thing that could easily describe him was . . . he’s pretty hot.

the teacher replied calmly. "I object," Chloe declared. "If the Headmaster finds out about this..." "Sit down, Harrington. The rest of you as well," the homeroom teacher interrupted indifferently. His piercing gaze locked onto Chloe, so freezing that it choked the words right out of her throat. "In this classroom, I am the one who makes the rules. Don't use the Headmaster's title to pressure me. Anyone who isn't satisfied—the door is in that direction. You can leave at any time."

I declared. The principal shrugged. “It's up to the teachers to decide, not me, they handle the grading. Our system is strict, no one could have altered the results, not even the teachers, but why don’t you go to a teacher and—” I cut him off. “Teacher?” I scoffed. “Give me a break. I am pretty sure someone paid them off, they are nothing but a bunch of puppets.” His eyes hardened. “I get that you expect a lot from her, but she didn’t meet the mark. If you show up here again, I will report you to your father, and you know I don’t bluff.” The principal said, standing.