Strict Teacher Novels & Stories

I said. Augustus looked at me strangely, but I just gave him a brief nod and turned away, leaving the new room. I smiled, Augustus did still have that gentle side, even though I hadn't seen it for many years. He's always been a very strict teacher, always passing out exercises, tests, assignments and so on. Now and then I hear someone complaining about how serious he is, but I understand why he's become that way. I turn down a few corridors and enter Victor's office, where he has a disgusted look on his face.

"Yes, Dusty?" Dusty stood up with confidence. "Sir, why should we study during the semester break? It's a break from school, yet you still want us to open our books? Isn't that too much of torture?" I don't understand why he's saying that to our teacher, but I ignored it. There's nothing for me to say about it anyway. Our regular classes started, but we're all focusing on the topics that'll appear in the examinations. Some professors are strict in the examination; even minor mistakes could lead to failure, so I tried my best to listen to our strict professor.

It was very convenient. Some of my teachers worry that I won't get the education I'm supposed to get but that isn't very accurate. Xavier is my trainer and unfortunately also a pretty strict teacher. He uses our training time as academic education time too. I hated to admit it but he's smart and that's kept me from falling behind no matter how tough and painful it could be. Whether it be for me to stay in a plank position until I solved a maths problem mentally or memorizing the periodic table and all of the atoms' atomic numbers whilst doing pull-ups, he made me do it.

She said still trying to retain an air of authority that she usually shows to other students. Chelsea needs somebody’s help, this must be a joke, what happened to her? There was no need to ask, the professor in charge of Industrial Accounting, was old and very strict. He had no respect for anybody. He even boasts of having taught the president of Z country himself. The man was extremely decisive and resolute, if you don’t pass his course, no graduation for you. If it were other professors, or lecturers, Ren; her husband to be would just call on the phone and she would pass the course, sometimes he offers huge reward if need be.

The coach walked to the front of his table and started pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back while his eyes seemed to be criticizing them strictly. “I want this class to be well disciplined. I want you to focus and to prioritize the lesson during classes. I would be very strict during the activities as well, and I want everyone to give their best shot. I don’t care who you are or what special abilities you have to be here, but I want you to know that in my class, you are a student and you need to follow my rules.” He looked at them one by one until his eyes settled on Helena as well, and she got even more nervous, but she silently listened.

"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.

Chapter 14 "Schnittka, are you listening?" Our teacher asked me grumpily. He's known to be strict and irritable because he never got married. I blinked several times because every time I looked, his gaze seemed to pierce through me, as if his eyes were shooting erasers at me. There were white specks flying in the air from the chalk erasers. If one of those hit my face, not only my face but also my hair would turn white! I kept my eyes closed tightly and used my hands as a shield to protect myself from the chalk dust, but minutes passed and no eraser hit me.

Deep, commanding. “I am Alpha Ryker,” he said, letting the words roll slowly off his tongue. “From this day forward, I will be your instructor. I don’t care who you are, what rank you come from, or what excuses you carry. In my class, weakness will be burned out of you.” The students leaned forward as though pulled by invisible strings, some of them grinning nervously, others nodding like zealots. A ripple of admiration broke out, tiny murmurs of “He’s so strict but so hot” circling the room.

"Discipline, huh? You're not just a teacher; you're a CEO. Shouldn't you be busy making important business decisions or something?" Asher raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I agreed to help out here for a while, but that doesn't mean I can let students break the rules." Ashley leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "You know, Professor, you're a lot stricter than I expected. I thought a CEO like you would be more laid-back." His gaze hardened slightly, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Appearances can be deceiving, Ashley. In both the corporate world and the classroom, discipline is key."

I know we all speak English but I thought they spoke it differently than we did. On the way to class Angel informed me about Mr. English and the way he teaches. He is very strict, but apparently he preaches the Idea that as long as it’s proper English anyone could teach it. She also said he was not part of the pack. We entered the class and I got chills up my back. As we walked in I looked over everyone in the class.