Student Teacher Novels & Stories

He moves around the classroom with this charming elegance and quiet confidence that’s completely different from Jaden ’s cocky swagger. This isn’t a boy showing off—this is a man who doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone. “I know starting with a new teacher mid-semester can be challenging,” he continues, his eyes briefly meeting mine, “but I believe in getting to know my students. Understanding what motivates you, what interests you beyond just conjugating verbs.” He pauses in front of my desk, and I swear my heart stops. “Miss…?” “Ortega. Anastasia Ortega,” I manage to whisper.

Both of them were laughing as if they had achieved something great. I understood that the push I got was intentional and I also found out who had pushed me or should I say got me killed. I did not understand anything. I just sat there with my head down and everyone's voice started coming to my ears. "What is all this? and what is she doing with it? Why did she need all this?What has happened that all this is happening?" Just then I heard the teacher's voice from behind "There is some drama going on here which everyone is watching, go to your classes now"

"She's a great student." "Is she? Because I've heard some things," he says, his tone shifting. "You two seem to have a special kart of connection that extends far from a lecturer and student." I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "What do you mean by that?" He shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just that it's interesting how these things work. Student-teacher relationships can be... complicated." I take a step back, my instincts screaming at me. "I think you might be mistaken. Nothing is going on."

With graduation three months away, the seniors in my advising cohort still hadn't finished the internship credits they needed. I talked my father into taking all of them at Morgan Components: three thousand a month after tax, free room and board, weekends off. Brooke Hayes, our senior class president, was the first to object. "Three thousand? That's what you throw at a panhandler. Everyone, I've already found us placements. Eighteen thousand a month. They sign off on the paperwork after thirty days, and the company's flying us overseas on top of it." I told them it had every mark of a recruitment trap, and I called their parents. Brooke turned the whole cohort against me. They said I'd us

I was confused, and somewhat scared. "You put your career at risk, Lyla." The female teacher in a burgundy dress clicked her tongue and came forward, stretching out her hand. "I'm Cecelia, by the way." "You guys are actually scaring me," I searched their face for something that could give away whatever they were thinking. "I have only taught one class since morning, and I don't think I've really done anything that would elicit this kind of look from you." "Haven't you noticed it already?" Cecelia asked while unwrapping a sweet and sticking it into her mouth. "The weird looks that students are giving you? Some are pitying you, and some—"

Since I’m something of a ‘special’ employee for the school, and they need me to be on campus as much as possible, they always find ways to make sure I have a class to teach—suspend one of their ‘problem’ teachers for a week or two, put a dosage of heavy laxatives into the faculty lounge’s coffee pot, stuff like that—but it’s certainly easier when they don’t have to resort to those measures. I then read up a bit on Bethany’s story. She is going to be a transfer student in her senior year of college at the University of Minnesota Duluth, obviously majoring in education. She will be a student teacher in my class, so she can learn the ropes, so to speak.

More embarrassment, ‘pull yourself together Lily’. “I teach physics, chemistry and general science, but I'm part-time, so I may do some substitution work as well. It is nice to meet you Mrs. Bacho.” “Likewise Mr. Lamar. Always good to see fresh young faces here, helps keep us older teachers energized.” Then she smiled and said, “The students like it too”.

His curly hair sits in a small Afro on his head and his face does look newly shaved. He drops his bag on the desk and starts with the introduction. "Hello. My name is Steve Harper and I'm your Social studies, Economics, teacher. I'm new here and I guess most of you aren't . But in time, I might get to know all of you if you let me." he says, pacing back and forth in front of the desk,his hands crossed behind him.

"In this envelope, you'll find an identification card that you'll be identified as a new teacher at Oxford High School." "I'm a teacher at Emma's high school, are you crazy what if she thinks I'm a stalker or something." "I highly doubt that and Yes, you are a teacher." "Wait but I don't know how to be a teacher, I'm not even good with children." "Well, I guess you'll just have to learn." "Yeah, Your right" "Well then she won't be there for long so you don't have a lot of time before she goes off to college so what are you waiting for your students are waiting."

He kissed my head and packed up his stuff, leaving the room reluctantly. As the door closed behind him the teacher started to pack up some papers while mumbling. "As you know there's an exam coming up soon." I nod and respond with a yes, knowing he hadn't seen when I nodded. He looked up from the stack of papers. " We need someone to tutor this student who has been a little behind and I believe you're the perfect one for the job. I would have given it to Kaleb, however he is training for the football finals."