Teacher Love Novels & Stories

she proudly stated, revealing a thumbs up out of her tiny fingers. “Please take care of him. I’m gonna go to work now. I’ll be back soon.” I kissed the top of her forehead before picking up my stuffs from the small chair behind our door. I sighed as I started walking towards our school. Our life may not be as good as others but I can proudly say that I worked very hard to provide our daily needs. There’s no shame in that. And one more thing, I’m a teacher and I love my profession. Being a teacher makes me relieved. I enjoyed teaching children how to read and write. I enjoy checking their works and being a part of their journey as they grow up.

Clearing his throat, Elijah looked at the teacher who was waiting for his answer. "I think that Miss Conkinova wrote or expressed that seeing all the love in her reflected in what I think of as her treasure, her daughter. Love, joy, and appreciation gave her the strength to continue to love even if it was not reciprocated," he answered. The teacher listened attentively as Elijah continued. "Love is like that, you know? It makes you do things that you would never think of, or believe... Believe that something isn't possible when it is." "Excellent," smiling Jack Collins said. He admired Elijah's beautiful thoughts. "If Mrs. Conkinova were alive, I'm sure she would like you very much." Elijah

"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires."― William Arthur Ward. I, like most of the student population, hate math. I just don't get it. I don't see why we need to learn it and since I usually don't see it as a necessary subject to be a doctor; I don't focus on the class. It's the last period, and I'm tired, it's math, and most importantly I can't get what Isa said earlier out of my head.

“Serena’s mom, what a surprise to see you today! How come you have time to drop her off?” She smiled warmly, holding Serena’s hand. “Work’s not too busy today,” I said with a smile, carefully watching the teacher’s face. She crouched down, playfully tapping Serena’s nose. “Look at how much your mommy loves you, taking time off work to bring you to school!” The teacher’s behavior was warm and genuine. Even the way she looked at Serena was filled with real affection, not the slightest hint of pretense.

I destroy them in days, sometimes even in hours. First, I get everyone to hate them, then I drive them crazy, and then they either quit or transfer to another school. But there are some teachers who have this unbreakable positivity about them. It sickens me when these types come into my classroom smiling and trying to brainwash everybody into thinking they are super cool. These so-called good teachers make kids believe that they care about their future, and never get angry or upset at bad behavior. I have made it my mission at school to destroy especially the best teachers. It is my primary goal to get them all to quit and leave us in peace.

All I could think about was protecting my family and ensuring he didn’t slip into our lives uninvited. “That's nice and all… but I just hope you’re not doing it for control. Most teachers like that just want power over little individuals,” I said, stealing a glance at Shimma, who was watching me closely. “But I’m sure you’re not like that.” I said, my voice filled with sarcasm. “Of course I'm not! I love what I do, and I do it because I love it, not because I need control,” he shot back defensively. I nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

Tahimik akong nakikinig, sinusubukan ding buuin ang sagot ko sa isipan ko. "Akira Quezon?" Tawag ni Ma’am Castillo. "What are your thoughts?" Nagulat ako, pero agad kong inayos ang sarili ko. "Understanding human behavior is important for teachers because it helps us respond to the needs of our students," sagot ko nang may kumpiyansa. "When we understand their emotions and behavior, we can adjust our teaching methods to ensure they learn effectively. It also allows us to build stronger connections with them."

My weakness subject. “Don’t worry. I’m not a terror teacher. I’m not selfish when it comes to grades because I experienced to be a student before. And as long as you’re doing and passing those activities, coming to my class and listening to me every day, I’ll swear to God that you’re going to pass without any difficulties. My number one belief is no student should be left behind. And I thank you!” She added and acting like she’s on Miss Universe. I’m hoping that all that she has said is true because that’s what I want too. I love terror teachers because we learn how to discipline ourselves but sometimes, it’s constrictive. “I love it!” Frankie said.

She smiled, without a doubt thinking about the kids in her classroom, my own niece Dahlia included, no doubt. “You are a fantastic teacher, Gorgeous,” I told her, meaning every word of it without being biased. “Why is that?” She asked me as her smile lit up my world like the Fourth of July fireworks. “Because you bring so much joy into the world by making those kids happy,” I told her as her smile only grew bigger. And my chest swelled as she leaned in as if she was about to let me in on a little secret. “That’s exactly why I love to teach. Every time one of those kids smiles, I know I did something right in the world.” She stated as I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

He nodded while he said, "It has been a long time since I've heard from you. Yeah... I am... I am now a teacher." She smiled as she nodded while the little of the tears brimmed in her eyes while she looked away and swallowed constantly. She bit her bottom lip as Justin convinced himself that he doesn't love her anymore.