Teacher Loves Student Novels & Stories

I just can't go long enough without punching someone or I'll go mad. "Are you with us Mr. Dasilva?" The math teacher is looking at me behind his glasses with a look of disapproval on his face. Another thing I hate about school is annoying teachers like this one who always think that students who don't interact in their class are either dumb or troublemakers. "Yeah," I answer without bothering to look up. My head is resting on my forearm. My hood is pulled over my head to black out the morning light coming from the window next to me.

“Don’t disrespect me. if you don’t have anything important to say then get out.” “I don’t know if its important hence why I came to ask you. Anyway, I overheard a male teacher telling a female student that with her behavior she will end up being a hooker. I don’t know if this is the thing for teachers. Heard about one teacher that said something similar to a student but she was much more vicious about it.”

He demanded complete focus during practice. "See, even you are laughing at the weird thought." "No. No. I think you'd be a great teacher." She praised him imagining his stern face teaching trigonometry. It sure would look weird and maybe, just maybe her students might become traumatized for life. "Oh please. I know how the students view me and I am definitely not the one who can handle blackboard teaching. Don't even get me started on how irritated I get when I am given to evaluate answer booklets. It's the worst job ever. No offense though."

I ask him. "Everyone loves her. She's kind, sweet, thoughtful and generous. She bakes treats for the school kids every week for the ones that behave. Instances of bullying and fights have dropped to nearly zero. She tours the schools with the teachers regularly to see things that need fixed and ways to improve. When the teachers asked for some new tablets and we didn't have the budget for them, she used her own money to buy three. The teachers nearly cried.

“After, when you were gone, I didn’t know if you had died.” “Using my power to save you and Grayson, as well as breaking free of the prison was enough to exhaust my strength for a time. I recovered, but it took time to regain my strength and find my way here. But you have done well in rescuing not only your beloved, but also me. I always knew you were a good student.” “Thank you.” I felt the inner pride of a student who had finally pleased their master. A moment passed, then Teacher looked over at the table. “I never cared for war. So mindless. So pointless. I’ll do whatever I can to maintain the peace, even if we have to stop the bears to do so.”

With graduation three months away, the seniors in my advising cohort still hadn't finished the internship credits they needed. I talked my father into taking all of them at Morgan Components: three thousand a month after tax, free room and board, weekends off. Brooke Hayes, our senior class president, was the first to object. "Three thousand? That's what you throw at a panhandler. Everyone, I've already found us placements. Eighteen thousand a month. They sign off on the paperwork after thirty days, and the company's flying us overseas on top of it." I told them it had every mark of a recruitment trap, and I called their parents. Brooke turned the whole cohort against me. They said I'd us

Richard responded. "Honestly sir, a good teacher is he who is compassionate, supportive and patience to his students. And from the way I see it, you have lost hope in her and no longer patient with her, and good teachers aren't supposed to be like that. I have gone through all my junior years receiving insults from my teachers. But when I came to ss2, I met an amazing teacher that changed my life entirely. I was able to win an award as the best Mathematics student in the whole country because of her. From that moment, I realized that is not only how the teacher teaches you that matters, their behavior towards you and how they teach you also matters. So please sir, don't lose hope in her, try

Arka stopped his car on the side of the road "I'm serious too. I like you, Nay. Ah more than that, I love you." "Why?" "You ask why? Is it really wrong for me to like you? Is there really a prohibition that teachers can't like their students?" "Yes." "What? Where's that ban from?!" "From me," Crazy, this time Naya is really crazy because she dared to talk to her crazy teacher. "Why? Is it because you don't like me?" Arka asked, trying desperately to control his emotions. "Yes, I don't like you. So it's better if you don't like me either."

" Shruti left from there crying and Vivek followed her, staring at me. After they both left, I lowered my head, but I don't know why my tears are not stopping. I can't see anything. Everything has become blurry. I did not know that at that time two eyes were watching me, they were my teacher Mr. Aditya Khurana. He stood there and listened to everything and when the class ended, while going out Aditya Sir said to me "In my office" "Ok" was all I could say with a choked throat.

“Helen tampered with your phone when she held you hostage. That's why we couldn't see each other's text. I will deal with her for hurting my student.” Diane's face beamed with a huge smile, and I almost lost focus. She was so beautiful and sexy with those blue eyes shimmering once again. “I love when you call me your student.” She gleamed. “Is there anything special about that?” I shrugged as I packed in front of her house gate. “I am employed to take care of my students because their parents left them in our care. That's what teachers should do.” “Yeah, yeah, you're right.” She swallowed, taking a deep breath. “There is nothing special.”