Student Teacher Novels & Stories

he grimly replied as he stared at the castrated genitals of a man inside the box. ∞≠∞ It’s unnerving that a high school teacher took his grade 11 student on a date," Steffy remarked as she played with her juice straw. "And to think that he brought her to a small bar in his boring town. Jeez! What delicious news for the authorities in the Department of Education,” she teased. The teacher rolled his eyes and chuckled as he took a sip from his beer. "You always amuse me, Steffy."

Julien stroked her hair and reassured her. As he said this, he had a look in his eyes that relaxed her, and Sydney was relieved. She smiled at Julien and said, "I believe you. After what you said, I think you'd be a popular teacher if you become a teacher instead of working as the CEO of Flint Corporation. Students like teachers like you, who don't blame the students but reflect on themselves." Julien smiled softly as he stroked her head, "But I don't like being anyone else's teacher, I'm only your teacher. You are my only student. No one else is qualified to be my student!"

And their posture was different. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I wanted to ask him if he knew the man, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. "You have a crush on him, don't you!" My brain said. No way. A crush already? Can't I just be curious? I laughed softly. What am I thinking? "Aren't you busy with your work?" He asked. "Lately, I've been busy. I'm a practice teacher at a university, and if things go well in the next two months, I'll be certified and officially recognized. Soon." I replied with a smile.

“It’s true that she’s Satan’s wife because she’s really bad! How many dreams has she blocked? Teachers are supposed to support they’re students, not pull them down. Like what she’s doing . It’s falling apart!” I can feel my blood boiling every time I step into that classroom. It’s like my teacher has a personal vendetta against me and can’t wait to catch me in the act of doing something wrong. Every little mistake or slip-up is met with a harsh scolding, and it’s starting to wear on me.

she giggled to cover it up, I can see every of it. "So about your student?" I began looking at her "Did I say student?" she asked forcing a dry laugh "Oh I misspoke, how could I possibly have student, it's only a teacher that can have students, which I am defiantly not, and have NEVER been, I meant I met a young boy," she rushed her words looking around and touching everything just to avoid eye contact. At least I know she is a bad liar, a very bad one, she immediately pulled out a stool and sat down

The bell rang releasing us to our last period of the day. It's been a really long first day, so this class couldn't come sooner. Yet I also didn't want it to come at all, knowing Toni will be there. The teacher was waiting to greet us by the door. She was a younger teacher, probably mid 20s. She had long straight brown hair with naturally blonde streaks. She had a sweet smile and pretty dark brown eyes. "Hi there, are you my other new student?" She asked me. Her voice was sweet as honey.

E Teacher always quit their job because of our grumpy principal. "You only said that because you haven't seen the face of our new teacher. You will surely have a crush on him just like the other female students in our school. And even the other teachers at our school already have a crush on him because he is hot and cool," Chel doesn't want to stop gossiping about our new subject teacher whom I haven't seen even once. I still haven't seen him even though he's been the coach of our school's basketball team for over a month. I stop going to the court and watching basketball anymore because I have been busy with my studies.

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.

Ericka commanded in a raised voice, "All right, students, finish or not, you all pass your paper." She allocated the most engaged student, who frequently serves as her coach. "All right, Teddy, gather all the papers and arrange them neatly at your teacher's table." Before he gets there, Ericka finishes up and plans to leave the classroom. Ericka's two tired eyes suddenly meet the sight of a young, attractive man dressed in a teacher's uniform and black slacks. He is nearly six feet tall, has black hair that is neatly cut, and exudes a dapper appearance. He's grinning and giving her a lovely greeting.

she asked, and I shook my head. I only knew the information that our teacher shared with me about why she was resigning. She planned to teach in another country because her family was migrating. My teacher likes to share her life stories with me since we're always together in school. The dean chose me to be her student assistant, so we're always together here in school, which I'm thankful for because I get to have free lunch. My teacher always treats me to lunch, and I don't know why, but maybe it's because she pities me and my difficult life. I once told her about my struggles, and she asked me why I chose to be a scholar of the school when it's so difficult, especially for a working studen