Teacher Love Novels & Stories

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

“How do you perceive the queen’s language, do you love it, can you read between the lines, beyond the lines and finally the lines themselves?’’ The whole class was quiet as we listened. Literature was one of the best classes. It made me like school, the teacher was male and he always loved twisting facts and everything. “As a teacher, if you came out of this class unchanged, not questioning the things around you, I would have failed as a person, it would be personal and I would resign from this job.’’

Maybe, communication is what I needed? "I feel weak," I started. "What kind of teacher am I? I can't even protect my students." "You are a great teacher. Besides, our job is to teach the children. Our job is to teach them the things that they don't know about the world. It's not our job to be their savior," she explained, clearly not getting my point.

"I asked you a question." "He doesn't follow the rules," stated Arius. "He favors some students and hates others. A teacher can't do that." "True, but all teachers are like that. It's human nature. A normal person can't love or hate everyone. It just doesn't work. Everyone favors some people to others." Arius just smirked a bit, as if indulging in some private joke. "Guess I'm not human then, huh?" he told her, not seeming to really mind.

Crap. "Yep!" I said cheerfully, trying to recover. "I teach third grade. Eight-year-olds. They're adorable." His eyes locked onto mine, and there was something in them I couldn't quite read. "And you smoke pot." Crap. That did sound bad, didn't it? Teachers were supposed to be role models. Upstanding citizens. Not pot-smoking party girls. But that was the point! I needed him to think "Taraji" was a complete disaster. A terrible match. Someone he'd never want to see again.

John was puzzled, "Is it because they can't teach their lessons well enough? If that's the case, I'll change new teachers for you tomorrow." "No!" She kept waving her hand, "They are very good teachers and they're patient, but..." She looked at him cautiously and thought twice before speaking, "They are just too patient, and they take good care of me as if I'm a child. I feel... a little stressful." John was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, "Is this the reason?"

“Are they moving against her?” Teacher paused. “Not openly.” Yet. The unspoken word lingered clearly between us. I exhaled slowly. “So what happens now?” “You continue leading,” Teacher replied simply. “That’s it?” “Yes.” I stared at him. “That sounds suspiciously easy.” “It will not remain easy.” That honesty almost made me smile. Almost. Before ending the call, Teacher looked at me one last time. “Your mother inspired loyalty,” he said quietly. A pause. “You inspire movement.” Then the screen went dark.

“I see you are dressed smartly in your uniforms and I can’t express how happy that makes me. I am once again reminded of how much I love this job. Taking care of you kids and shaping you to become the future leaders of nations is the best reward any educator could ever ask for.” The teachers clapped and agreed with her. Why is everything in this school so robotic anyway? I couldn’t shake the feeling that they strove to present a picture of perfection but I bet deep down somewhere there are some rotten eggs in this school. I mean come on, not everyone here is as tight-assed as Mary Poppins, right? I sighed and tried not to slump in my seat. I could kill for some excitement right now.

“What if she taught my child all the wrong things?!” “That’s right! We can’t let her teach our kids!” another woman’s voice chimed in. A teacher’s voice rose from within, saying, “Dear parents, let’s take a moment to calm down and listen to me. Ms. Steels is well-loved by the children and has never made a mistake in her teaching.”