Student Teacher Novels & Stories

Alas, I was hit, sometimes I was like that, but even though I procrastinate the work, my work was good, ‘cause I’m not stupid, I only have laziness. "As my previous professor, what do you think is your first and second job?" It was my random question while highlighting lectures on Asian studies. "The first job of a teacher is to make students fall in love with the subject and the second is to make them a better person because education is not just about teaching theories and giving exams, it's not about academics all the time .." "You only hit one right answer because the latter is wrong," I replied while pasting the sticky note at the top of the page I was reading.

"You haven't been there in a while." "No. The school year started again so I've been busy. Not much time to work out when I have to plan lessons." I fiddled with the menus in front of me. I knew this would be awkward but what choice do I have? I can't out Lucas and I by fucking this up. "What do you do?" "I'm a music teacher for middle school." "No way!" His excitement made me look to his brown eyes that sparkled from the restaurant lights. "I play guitar. You?"

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used to it.

Sarina Hazel Moon “I hope everything will be fine. I’m sure you both did great, we can also tell this to the principal if you’d like.” I disappointedly sighed. I know that Stephenson’s doesn’t hire anyone who does things like this. She might’ve faked her behavior when she came here. Seriously, teachers should not be humiliating students for doing everything they could. They should even offer them help. They might not know, that it’s sometimes the teacher’s problem that some students couldn’t understand one lesson even though they study themselves.

I had to be honest about that— and it didn't seem that hard, with his pitch black eyes and low voice. But what was a teacher if she got intimidated by her own student? I smile. "So I'm guessing it's the library, no?"

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used to it.

It’s clear she studied hard, but damn this woman. I’m definitely weird because it turned me on to be challenged like that. I wanted to… I’m a teacher. I was in teacher mode; she’s not supposed to seduce me while I’m working. Was she seducing me? I can’t tell with this girl. Her arguing with me was so hot, I almost stuttered while explaining my points. I never stutter when I teach. I don’t show emotions while I teach, but as the class empties, and I turn to stare at her, my emotions seem to get the better of me.

Just genuine. "He's a high school teacher. History. He's been at the same school for nineteen years and he still talks about his students like they're the most interesting people he's ever met." She tucked her hands into her jacket pockets. "He's the kind of person who makes you feel like whatever you're doing with your time is exactly the right thing to be doing with it. Even when it isn't." The streetlamp above them flickered once and steadied.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

he replied. Thank goodness, I thought. That was a relief. But it still felt strange. "She's also working as a student teacher at a high school nearby," he added. Relief washed over me completely. It was already bad that I had been so cruel to her. I didn't want my actions to have ruined her future or stopped her dream. "Is she working another job?" I asked. "Yes. She has a part-time job as a tutor," Mr. Davis confirmed. "She helps students in person sometimes, and sometimes she does it online."