Teacher Novels & Stories

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding stude

He said. By now Arlene and the rest of the class would have dozed off because Kare’s voice sounded more like a lullaby than a lecture to them. But then, the fact he was teaching about her town Cota caught her attention, and the sleep in her eye fazed away. As expected all the students had their heads bent except Derek who was always excited, but then today was different Arlene’s head was up. This caught Kare’s attention and he was prompted to ask why.

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used

I have my own personal class which I share with Monia because she is my best friend. ”Tell me who that guy is and why he came to drop you. He looks older with the tattoo, broad chest, sturdy back, and slender body. Damn it! He is every girl's dream!” She bit her lower lips like she was about to have rough sex. ”Hey... Hey... Bitch stop fantasizing, he isn't all that handsome.” I snapped and face the huge TV in front of us. From there we would be able to see the teacher that comes in and hear all that she teaches. Also, we could see all the students.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Rajiv Ahmad Suvillan and I will be your professor in English Literature. Please, be seated.” He motioned everyone to sit down. The students followed immediately... except for me. My feet were rooted on the floor. I couldn't move as I stared dumbfoundedly at Rajiv in front of me. My chest was pounding so hard and it felt like a cold water had been poured on me. It never failed to surprise me every damn time we meet each other. Is this a joke, dear God?

Except from the few ones who were glaring at me. After a few seconds, the teacher coughed loudly, clapping his hands for attention, “Alright, Emelia, my name is Mike Tan, and I am the homeroom teacher as well as the maths teacher for this class. Welcome to Class Eight.” “Emelia, you are not going to say anything further?” He asked, turning his head to smile at me. His eyes looked very soft and approachable. “I have something else to say.” “Go ahead. Any form of introductions or…”

It feels good to get this off my chest to someone who isn’t within my own hallucination. He looks sympathetic, which only encourages me to talk more. “And not to mention Revel, that immortal you brought to my attention. He’s now claiming he can get rid of this problem, but really hasn’t helped me at all. I just don’t know what I did to deserve this. Mr. Fisher walks around the desk, not sitting down at his seat. He’s seems to be pacing back and forth, thinking. I doubt this makes much sense to him, but at least he’s trying.

My coffee is hot as I study the world history syllabus for a fifth time. Professor Oakley's cell phone number is toward the top of the page and so is his email. The temptation to text him by accident has crossed my mind, but I would be no different than the other girls considering flunking to get a tutoring session.

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.