Student X Teacher Books Novels & Stories

“Am I in trouble, Teacher?” Teacher Fu laughed warmly. “No, no, you’re not in trouble at all. I just wanted to ask if you know the Ji twins.” Li Han nodded slowly.“Ah, good. And you probably know where they live. I’ve been trying to contact them through email and their parents’ numbers, but nothing’s going through. I’d really appreciate it if you could deliver these books to them. It’s important—they’re review materials for next week’s exam.” Li Han nodded in understanding and accepted the stack of heavy textbooks. Teacher Fu thanked him profusely. Li Han sighed quietly as he left the office, already dreading the long journey back to the South wing with the extra weight in his arms.

another student added. Alpha Xavier walked into the class out of the blue, and this time he was also alone, without his usual minions, catching me in his line of sight. His hazel eyes locked on mine, and he winked, but I rolled mine in disgust. “Get up,” he ordered a he-wolf at my left-hand side. The student stood immediately without question, and Xavier took the seat beside me just as the teacher walked into the class. “Good morning, students. I’m Miss Kate, your math teacher,” she announced, already writing something on the board.

I abused him a lot but I just came out with an angry face. I could not have done anything else, my teacher was in front of me. I went outside and stood with my head down and was lost in my own thoughts. It had been just 5 minutes since I had started standing outside when I heard someone's voice, "Why are you standing outside, has the teacher thrown you out? Come, let the three of us sit together in the cafeteria and talk." I looked up and it was Shruti with Vivek. I started laughing after seeing them. "Should I stand outside or go inside, it is none of your business."

He complained as he went to the kitchen to fix us tea. “Come on. I’m behind on my studies because there’s some wack teacher in your place.” I replied him and flipped through the pages of one of the textbooks we purchased at the bookstore. “Woah! What’s the name of this textbook.” I exclaimed in awe, closing it and checking its name. “Why? It’s good?” He asked, turning towards me. “Freaking good!” I squealed. “It has detailed explanations. This is something that even you doesn’t emphasize on during class. Should I say a textbook is better than you?” I teased, placing my finger on my chin.

Followed his head to the front, saw that the teacher is waiting “Katherine Griffin” saying embarrassed, he nodded he looked into the person at my back “ what are you thinking” James whispered, “ she probably thinking about her boyfriend” Annabel whispered also “ Seriously” said flatly. “ ok student nice knowing your name, I will write the scheme that will use for this term” writing on the white board. I brought out my books to write, time went by the bell rang. The student groaned “ see you next class” he said packing his book. Student rush out of the class, I packed my bag, we went to the next, after passing through half of the day

Matt nodded. As everyone took their seats, Matt started going through his book, keeping to himself. He couldn't understand the many diagrams that were scattered across the page, there was minimal information explaining each one, but still they made no sense to him 'God, I hope the teacher is good at explaining things,' Matt joked as the teacher entered the class, waling in with a couple books in his hands and a backpack hanging off his arm. “Good morning class, I hope everyone had a good holiday,” he said, putting his books down on the table, “The holidays are over now, so I hope you are all prepared for the work to follow,”

He squeezes the offending exam sheet, balling it up in a fist. "They are trying to kill us." I say for his benefit alone. Every year, since SS1, Mr Harrison, the Literature and English teacher pulls a stunt of the same nature. Debates. Essays. Short prose writing. Anything to make you "wear your thinking cap" as he puts it.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

I glanced at the seat beside me and shook my head. "No. No one is sitting beside me. Do you want to take the seat?" I asked back. "Yes. But, I need to get some books from the library," He replied. "Oh okay. You should be fast then. The calculus teacher may come inside soon," I told him. "Sure. I'll be back in a jiffy," Xander patted me on the shoulder and walked out of the class. I couldn't stop staring at him. Xander was handsome. Really handsome.