Student Teacher Stories Novels & Stories

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

An old woman in her 50s wearing a flower dress was sitting on her desk in the open office and she wore a proud face, " This girl surely did it. She really has made us proud. She didn't disappoint as a student of Bridge Ways!" "Mrs. Emelda is right. If I would have my student standing there in front of all those cameras and gaining attention from top brands and companies in the world, I would be kissing the heavens if I hear him or her say she is coming back!" Another female teacher who was younger, at least in her thirties, said happily. "I Joy, I really envy you Mrs. Emelda. Your students seemed to have been blessed!" The female teacher went on. "Yes they are surely blessed. I heard the top

A sweet and assured smile blooming on her face. ‘Dear god, I'm so ashamed of myself right now’. Cassandra sighed, and she could feel that everyone, including George was waiting for her to tell them her story. She felt helpless but somehow once the words got out of her mouth, she couldn't stop talking. It started with the story of how she grew up, how she repaid her father's debt and how cruel the dean was when she couldn’t get the position as a legitimate teacher because she didn’t graduate from a good university.

My parents called Shane an animal, said he couldn't even take care of his own mother, and told me to stop getting involved too. But I figured after being neighbors for over 20 years, I'd help out this one last time and then be done with it. Once Sarah was moved to a regular ward, I contacted Shane to pay the bills. He agreed over the phone. I'd just returned to the hallway outside the ward when a swarm of media reporters suddenly appeared. They surrounded me at the door, shoving me and demanding answers. "What kind of grudge do you have that would make you stab a woman in her 60s and critically injure her?"

Was she really this perfect? TeacherPet: so I've been thinking about our last conversation TeacherPet: and about some stuff I wanted to put in the story TeacherPet: but couldn't fit it in very easily Me: Oh yeah? TeacherPet: yeah TeacherPet: and since you said you liked hearing about "my perspective" TeacherPet: well anyway Me: What? Go on… TeacherPet: soo TeacherPet: talking about how my orgasms really feel Me: Hmm Me: I would have definitely liked to read about that

He made it sound like he had been done with high school half a century and not a month ago. "I had a thing for this teacher." He went on in an almost dreamy voice. "Mrs. Gavin." Mrs? She was married. What else could go wrong? I thought as I sighed at his story. "She had a beautiful body, man. Beautiful body." "I'm sure she did," I said amused at his story. He scoffed. "Her ass could crush the world whole." I choked on a laugh but I held it back before it got out. He was one crazy bean, I had to give him that. Probably the craziest.

Later that same night, students gathered around the campfire that was on the beach, listening to their teachers tell them stories about their childhood. Some were funny and others were gross - like the story of how they met their loved ones. Out of the five teachers, there were only four who gave their stories, excluding one which was Miss Hera. "Miss Hera, you haven't said anything yet. What about your love story or don't you have one?" Josh brought her out from the dark.

Hera cupped her cheeks as Ms. Reyes, their Creative Fiction teacher, drowned them with the ingredients for a perfect story. They’ve been discussing it for days but, aside from feeling bored and stupid, she learned nothing. She understood a pinch of what she was saying, though; however, more than that was just wishful thinking.

Teaching can be a bit of a fish bowl, oftentimes, yet to my immense relief, as near as I could tell, people had enough of their own drama to worry about without needing to worry about mine. I'd taken lunch in the teacher's cafeteria, where Amy and the rest of my department were at their usual table. Their curiosity was plain, and I answered it without being asked. My tale of being seduced and subsequently framed was met with fretful gasps, women mortified by what those no-good Sterns had put one of us through this time. Most of the rest of lunch went to sharing tales of their misdeeds, pure gossip. Considering I'd taught Taylor for the entirety of the past two years, hearing about her sophom

She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, her voice choked with emotion. “I grew up in a rural mountain area and relied on student loans to graduate from college. My only dream was to become a good teacher and show children from poor rural communities that education can change their lives. However, just because I disciplined a student, her mom barged into the school, assaulted me, and rammed my car! She’s currently trying to make me lose my job. I’m just an ordinary person with no background or connections. I truly don’t know what to do anymore.”