Teacher Loves Student Mga Nobela at Kwento

PRESENT. Ivy breathed a sigh of relief as she finally reached the last period of her class lectures. "Have a nice day, everyone," she said, waving to her students as they left one by one. To many, she was a crush, and to some, a role model. Ivy was a dedicated teacher at Primes Time College who took her job to the next level. She was willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure that her students understood every detail of what she was teaching.

Pia slightly raised her voice that made some students look at her “Sorry hehe” The appealing teacher suddenly came, Mrs. Santos, Aminah’s favorite teacher. She greets the student, they play a short game, and then she discusses and talks about their current lesson. Aside from its kindness Aminah like how the teacher blends with the student and her way of teaching.

“It’s true that she’s Satan’s wife because she’s really bad! How many dreams has she blocked? Teachers are supposed to support they’re students, not pull them down. Like what she’s doing . It’s falling apart!” I can feel my blood boiling every time I step into that classroom. It’s like my teacher has a personal vendetta against me and can’t wait to catch me in the act of doing something wrong. Every little mistake or slip-up is met with a harsh scolding, and it’s starting to wear on me.

Even if you say the word 'rat', she makes an irritated face. Obviously, she didn't tell me all this but I discovered it through conversations with teachers and students, because she’s somehow always present even when she isn’t around. Teachers, especially students are comfortable around me and end up telling me things I’m not even supposed to know. I usually talk to students when I’m on my weekly school tour or regular events in the hall area. Interestingly, Briar is one of the favourite students of many teachers, especially Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones doesn't have a daughter and if she would've got one, ‘she wanted her to be like Briar’ as quoted by one of the students. Briar does leave a lastin

“Or maybe we let him hear how well I’m teaching my favorite student.” To be continued...

Angelo could only sigh and unwillingly placed the pitcher back- to the fridge. He instead decided to drink a glass of lukewarm water before asking the kitchen staff to cook a simple meal- for him. While waiting for his food- to be cooked. Angelo went inside of; his room and began to search for materials- to make his teaching fun and exciting. A few days of him trying to teach some new things to; the; students made Angelo enjoy the process of how he could help students mold into better beings. Angelo also quite admits that- he enjoys seeing the expression of marvel- in each of his student's faces every time they would learn a new idea.

Alex just turned eighteen almost two months ago and her parents gave him this car; Lindsay hasn't gotten off it since, literally. Many things are said in school, the vast majority are just inventions or rumors created by the students themselves; and the other percentage are unfinished or manipulated truths. I've heard a lot about the two of them, people like to talk and create gossip, even them. I've learned, from their own mouths, that many of the rumors that circulate around the school about their relationship are created by themselves only to create controversy and grow their popularity; which is absurd, in my opinion.

" please take it.... not because I want to be your sugar daddy but I don't want you to drop your studies...." She looks down at the money, a grieved but angry expression drawn on her face, " What kind of teacher would say and do that with its student." She pitches at my face, being right about it and the mistake I keep on making. "I just..." I drop my look down, feeling dumb in front of her. "I want you to be here..."

I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “You're really good, bravo,” he said, clapping his hands. I let out a sigh of relief. Why are teachers always like this? It’s like they struggle to admit when their student actually did something right. Who knows… maybe Mr. Lee is just a little jealous. Come on, Raina. Stop being stupid, I scolded myself inwardly. “Thanks,” I said calmly, trying not to sound too proud. “So tell me, what’s your plan after training?” he asked.

"Elementary school. I love how excited kids get about learning new things, how they see magic in the ordinary." "What stopped you?" Her face darkened. "Alex. He said teaching was a waste of my intelligence. Said I should do something more... profitable." "Alex was an idiot," I said fiercely. "You would have been an amazing teacher." She looked at me with such gratitude that it took my breath away. "You really think so?" "I know so. You have this way of making people feel seen, heard. That's a gift." We were sitting closer now, the space between us charged with something I didn't want to name. Her eyes dropped to my mouth, and I felt my resolve crumbling.