Teacher Novels & Stories

"W* laaro ola,shotigbo? Ma ri nkan ti mole she fun e. Eja a malo. ( Come tomorrow morning. Let me see what I can do for you. Let's go guys) "Ese sir( thank you sir)" Dami postrated to thank Mr Aguda. He was so happy, all he could do was smile. Will things change for the good? He asked himself. He smiled as he walked slowly behind Mr Aguda and his apprentices. "Shey kon shey eni ti woli ojosi sope kema help niyen sir,koma lo je wipe...( What if this is the person the prophet told you not to render help to the other day?)"

"Yeah. You cops have the good jargon, I'll give you that. We have nothing to worry about there any more. Less than nothing, really. The Browns are protecting the secret, same as the rest of us." "Good," answered the social studies teacher. "Good. Hey, speaking of Cassie, I wondered if you'd given any thought to what we talked about the other day, about... instruction. A little, erm, tutoring, between her and me." Her cheeks colored, and she couldn't make eye contact. I looked to Isa, expecting some reaction, but she was studying her plate. "That's all right with you, Isa? I'm not looking to cause more drama." "Hey, if it makes the two of you happy..." She shru

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

Me- I promise to only defend myself. Fran- Good idea. “Miss Dancer, please find your seat,” a young-looking male teacher, who looks almost as yummy as Evander, stands at the blackboard. “Aw Luna Marcella, I’m Mr. Drake. Welcome to class.” He and I shake hands and I see he is un-marked. Fran- They don’t make teachers like this at Westmoreland! I look at Ki with wide eyes and she has a smirk. “Exactly how are we supposed to concentrate?” I ask Ki.

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

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

“We see the way Professor Diego looks at you in class. Like he wants to eat you alive. It’s obvious he has a thing for you.” My stomach dropped. “Eww,” I said too quickly, too loudly. “How can you even say that? He’s our lecturer. And he’s… older. There’s like a ten-year gap between us. That’s gross and totally inappropriate. He’s probably just… intense about teaching. That’s all.” I kept rambling, words tumbling out like I could talk my way out of the heat crawling up my neck. Three pairs of eyes staring at me. Tasha tilted her head. “How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?”

"I need to show you something then, maybe you will understand why I want him desperately off my back." She raises her phone and searches for a video file. She finally finds it and clicks on it. It's in a class and a tall, deep brown haired man is teaching and laughing with his students. Raine points at him. "That's the lecturer, his name is Tyler and this is him in class about two days..." She shifts her finger outside the window. "And that's me walking by to another lecture room."

I had exhausted my share of tears at that time, there was only concern that the man I saw before me, would react once and for all. I didn’t know what else to talk to him about, so I decided to turn on the television and comment on whatever was happening at the time. "Louis called me today,” I said just for the simple fact that he hated I said that name at home, "He admonished me for not going to class." I looked at him expectantly, miraculously hoping that sentence would work in his brain and bring him back to insult me ​​for naming my teacher, but everything remained the same.

"I'm Jesse Akerman. Such a pleasure to finally meet you." Michael took in his hand and pressed his with a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, too, Jesse." His jolly greeting. His eyes were a calm shade of blue-gray, and shallow lines were drawn on his forehead and the edges of his eyes as he smiled. Despite his tall and seemingly strong figure, there was just a radiating gentleness and kindness from within him. It was no wonder he was the Maine's best horse-breeder. Horses are extremely intelligent beings, they can sense a person's character just by their touch.