Student Teacher Stories Novels & Stories

And frankly, you look exhausted. "I've just been tired— "Lydia." His tone was soft. "I've been teaching for twenty years. I know when a student is struggling. What's going on?" Everything. Nothing. A secret relationship with my teacher that's destroying me from the inside out. An investigation that can ruin both our lives. A psychotic girl who wants to take everything from me. "Just personal stuff," I said. "I'm handling it." "Are you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're drowning."

He never explained how his clothes got missing or how the shit got on his face. " See this idiot oo." I said in my thoughts, " somebody that was acting like a dying chicken. We the students had fabricated a story to back up the incident of him running out of the bush. What we planned was to tell anybody that will ask us that our teacher arranged with a Calabar woman to wait for him in that bush so that they can have sex. He went into that bush to have sex with the woman and unfortunately for him the woman took him above his expectations and he had to escape without his clothes.

There are somethings we see or hear repeatedly in our lifetime that we have now concluded that they are normal and they happen. These things don’t happen to us. But they happen. Mostly in our line of work. Whatever it may be. Things like getting used to a kid being rebellious and wild and you have to go through hell as a teacher to help him understand the way life really works. It happens all the time and 1 out of 10 students stress their teachers as well as the school authorities out.

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Even if you say the word 'rat', she makes an irritated face. Obviously, she didn't tell me all this but I discovered it through conversations with teachers and students, because she’s somehow always present even when she isn’t around. Teachers, especially students are comfortable around me and end up telling me things I’m not even supposed to know. I usually talk to students when I’m on my weekly school tour or regular events in the hall area. Interestingly, Briar is one of the favourite students of many teachers, especially Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones doesn't have a daughter and if she would've got one, ‘she wanted her to be like Briar’ as quoted by one of the students. Briar does leave a lastin

Sunny "Sunny, how's your class today?" Shiela asked when we met in the corridor. "Have you finished your class?" She added. I nodded. "I just finished my class today. How were your students?" I asked her back. Her smiley face turned into a sour one. "I am dying with Mrs. Fuentabilla's students. They were all noisy and naughty. They would not let me teach my lesson without getting into trouble!" She shared her experience. "If I were not trained well, my arms would fly to hit them all, but I stopped myself from doing so. I still want to be a licensed teacher soon."

“Helen tampered with your phone when she held you hostage. That's why we couldn't see each other's text. I will deal with her for hurting my student.” Diane's face beamed with a huge smile, and I almost lost focus. She was so beautiful and sexy with those blue eyes shimmering once again. “I love when you call me your student.” She gleamed. “Is there anything special about that?” I shrugged as I packed in front of her house gate. “I am employed to take care of my students because their parents left them in our care. That's what teachers should do.” “Yeah, yeah, you're right.” She swallowed, taking a deep breath. “There is nothing special.”

I really should remind myself that she’s not some type of perfect goddess, she just looks like one. “Today, I prepared some stories about our school, Whistler High School for Girls. I hope you are all not getting sleepy, because this is actually a very interesting topic, that most of the alumni always wanted more of these stories. Today, we’ll be talking about Sea, the first lady.” Our teacher was walking around, a stick on her hand. I smiled at the title she gave Sea. It must have been nice to be known as the first lady of the ideal president in this school.

So Katelyn began what was her favorite story to tell, her experience with teaching. She gave it to him raw and plain. She told him about the lunch time disasters. The kids that sneak ‘contrabands’ into the school. The one time she got locked up in the toilet. That one time a kid’s parent came to school threatening to beat her up if her son’s grade slipped. “Did it slip?” Damon asked in between the story. “With a threat of a beating from a woman who took judo in college? Hell no. James stayed on top of his class.”

Her lips set in a thin line ,as the girl mouths her a sorry. Shaking her head, the teacher leans back on her chair and sighs, tired of telling this girl everyday. "A very good morning Alexandria. What was it today?' The teacher asks, with a look of irritation evident in her eyes. Eager to hear today's excuse which she expected was again going to be one of her lies. Unknown to her,that today's story was not an excuse, it was genuine. "Ah Mrs Fernandes! You won't believe! A little squirrel was laying injured on the sidewalk near the school entrance!"