Teacher Love Novels & Stories

Rachel answered with a smile. "I really wish you would have followed in your father's foot steps, and became a doctor. Teachers have such a lowly job with a measly salary." Sarah's words surprised me. Hell, they seem to have surprised Rachel too. "It's not always about the money. Being able to do something you love everyday and call it your job is a benefit in of itself. Being a teacher is noble, and yes they don't have the highest paying job, but they make a decent salary." I am not sure why I wanted to dig my grave today, but I did. Sarah's attention was now fully on me. Rachel shot me a look of gratitude from across the table.

Adrian had seen the fear in their eyes, and in that moment, he had sworn to himself: Henry will not be broken here. He pressed the pen harder against the paper. “Love and education are not separate. To teach is to love. To nurture is to love. And to stand by a student—even when the world has abandoned him—is the purest form of love I know.” His voice trembled as he spoke the words aloud, testing their weight. They rang true.

Meanwhile, Tricia and Tristan were having a nice conversation while having a drink. They sit next to each other on the corner side of the bar where nobody can see them. "What is the thing that you love the most about teaching?" asked Tricia. Tristan grabbed her by the waist and kissed her on the cheeks. "The fundamental job of teaching is no longer to distribute facts but to help children learn how to use them by developing their abilities to think critically, solve problems, make informed judgments, and create knowledge that benefits both the students and society. Teachers are the backbone of our democracy.

The class of 45mins was finally over. "So turn in your last term C.A before school's over. Seun, make sure to bring them to me." he announced. Seun nodded in agreement. He was Mr Korede's favorite student afterall. With a fire brain and calm exterior. Mr Korede on his part was one of the best teachers, Bluebell had. His patience and tolerance earned him Bluebell's favorite teacher of the year. To him, teaching wasn't just a job but also a vocation to impact knowledge in the younger generation.

His competency gets boost if he is lucky enough to have competent and loving teachers. There was a Montessori teacher where Vicky was working as a principal and an administrator was supervising the whole financial matter. In that school, there was a teacher, she was more than a teacher. Only a few who have soft hearts like she had. She used to sit among her students. The kids loved her so much that the attendance of her class never decreased despite there be any weather severity.

Then the teacher paid respect to me Teacher: how are you doing today Unugwa? I hope you're enjoying the school Me: yes I am ma'am. Thank you It was then that guy looked back at me, his eyes met mine and I could see that he was surprised. I looked at my fingers then raised my head when I was sure that he wasn't looking The teacher began to teach Mathematics and I listened attentively because I wanted to know if she could teach it well. I love maths though it's not my favorite subject. Biology is

He tried to explain wider. Well true to say, those words coming from Owen intrigued and surprised everyone.. Owen asking about love and romance. wow. Its not even dumb..its detailed...properly detailed... "Well, its simple Owen...you can't fake love when...when...well you can know pure love ...by...I mean... When.. " And just like that , the teacher was rendered speechless, not because she didn't know...but because she didn't know how to put it into words.. Or maybe she didn't even know...who cares..

Just genuine. "He's a high school teacher. History. He's been at the same school for nineteen years and he still talks about his students like they're the most interesting people he's ever met." She tucked her hands into her jacket pockets. "He's the kind of person who makes you feel like whatever you're doing with your time is exactly the right thing to be doing with it. Even when it isn't." The streetlamp above them flickered once and steadied.

"I wanted to ask you something." "Of course." "Ms. Sulvan, what do you think is the most important quality for a teacher to have?" Another stretch of silence. After about a minute, she finally replied, "Teaching and caring for students, of course." "Oh?" I sent a smiling emoji. "I think it should be 'knowing your place and keeping professional boundaries.' Don't you agree, Ms. Sulvan?" This time, there was no reply. I set down my phone and let out a long breath.

I said. "That's the answer you give at parties." "It's the truth." "Maybe." She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. "But it's not the whole truth." I looked at her and just had this strong urge to just reach out and hold her so tight. "I became a teacher because I was lonely," I said. "Because I thought if I surrounded myself with people...young people, people who still believed in things...some of it might rub off on me." "Did it?"