Student Teacher Novels & Stories

Her expression shifted—eyes lighting up, lips curling into a suspicious smirk. I grew curious. “What’s amusing you?” Excitement spilled into her voice. “So there’s this thing Greg does, yeah…” “Greg???” “Girl, that’s not the point, Focus. It's called student hour. Greg and some of the other teachers do it. They dedicate an hour of class time to a student. The student comes up and teaches a topic. Takes questions. The whole thing." She pauses for dramatic effect, and she is very good at dramatic effect. “Guess whose turn it is today."

“What? What is like being a teacher? Kesley is going to lose her mind when I tell her." "Please don't—" Amanda started, then stopped. Sat down in one of the small student chairs with the particular resignation of someone who knew they'd been caught. "Okay. Fine. Yes. I'm a teacher. I've been a teacher for three years.. I'm good at it. But it’s not really a profession to be proud about, is it?" I was dumbfounded, “What do you mean?” But she was quiet and I noticed the students were definitely listening now, though they were making a valiant effort to appear absorbed in their lunches.

The student who surpassed the teacher, the spell that turns against the sorcerer. With his forehead pressed against the cold tile of the shower stall, Simon laughed, mocking his own luck. His semi-erect member still clamored for attention, missing the delicate touches and velvety mouth of the brunette. With his eyes closed, he pulled the sensual flashes of Paulina on him in his memory, kissing him, touching him, and driving him crazy. He had been so close to having her...

I commented, and Ray nodded in agreement. “T-T-That’s because I’m her teacher.” “What?” “I’m… I’m Miss Sunshine!”

Richard responded. "Honestly sir, a good teacher is he who is compassionate, supportive and patience to his students. And from the way I see it, you have lost hope in her and no longer patient with her, and good teachers aren't supposed to be like that. I have gone through all my junior years receiving insults from my teachers. But when I came to ss2, I met an amazing teacher that changed my life entirely. I was able to win an award as the best Mathematics student in the whole country because of her. From that moment, I realized that is not only how the teacher teaches you that matters, their behavior towards you and how they teach you also matters. So please sir, don't lose hope in her, try

she asked as she drew near the others. Damien shrugged. “I’m here to help with your teacher’s aide problem,” he said. She stared at him for a moment and knew that her face held confusion. She could feel the way her brows pinched together as she tried to discern what he meant. “My teacher’s aide problem? I don’t understand. I don’t need a teacher’s aide yet.” “From what I understand, all the teachers have an aide, someone to help them with the calendars, grade papers, make sure they leave their office in time so they’re not running to class.”

she said. “I.. I thought you were just being nice. How am I to know you have feelings for me because you drove me to the hospital or called me in class? You are my class teacher for Christ sake.* I said and my head was kinda spinning. “Yes I am your class teacher, but firstly I am a girl and I have feelings, you know? One can't control who one falls in love with." “M..Ma but this is not right." “No it's right, don't look at me as your teacher I am not that old I am only 20 years. My education was really fast."

My mate is also the Alpha of my pack and it's annoying because he has so much work, it means that we can't get any sweet moment to ourselves. Finally, the bell rings, I waved my students and sighed after they left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a while. I became a high school teacher once I graduated, a math teacher to be precise. "Jayla!" A teacher comes in, it's the Italian teacher Enzo. "Hey, Enzo. What's up?" I said putting away the phone.

Class should be starting soon. A teacher, Mr. Reap, a mid-thirties man with a tall and lean build walks in, smiling. He has dark brown hair and a rich warm-colored complexion. "Hello everyone, I'm your attending HR teacher. You can call me Mr. Sal, Mr. Reap, Mr. R, anything. As long as it's not something I'll take as an insult," he says with a laugh.

As we just strolled through the trees, I kept hold of Sam’s hand, trying to reassure her I wasn’t a threat, although she didn’t seem to act like she thought I was one at the moment, so that was good. ‘So, what do you do?’ She asked. ‘Do?’ I acted dumb, making her chuckle. ‘As a job’. ‘Ohh, Well, I’m actually a Teacher’. She seemed impressed by that, ‘I'm taking a bit of leave at the moment, but, yeah, I teach Music at a High School’. ‘Oh, wow, that's impressive’. I thanked her. We carried on talking while we walked until I knew we were too far into the woods that she wouldn’t be able to find her way out again.