Teacher Student Affairs Stories Novels & Stories

Not a smirk, it is more like a smile, but a very fake one. "I am here to report some students to you, sir.." "I would like to stop you right there, Kate, I mean Karen. You do not report student affairs to me. The school has a board in charge of that, yeah?" "Do we?" Is she joking or trying to act dumb? I squinted my eyes sharply and stared at her with rage. "Student affairs is a body in the school in charge of all that, right?" "Oh, yes!" "I mean the name is self-explanatory, right? So, please, take all student matters to them, then if it is beyond their power they will bring it to me, but for now, I do not have a say"

After Jasmine heard this, she immediately got up and said, "Then let's go to the Office of Academic Affairs. That student also came to school today. I will contact his parents first." "OK." After they left, one of the teachers asked Lenard Fleming, "Lenard, do you know that couple?"

Todd calmly replied, "Teachers who gossip about students behind their backs are not qualified to educate." The older teacher was almost driven crazy by anger. This was the first time someone dared to reprimand her face-to-face, especially a child who looked to be around four or five years old. One of the other teachers present recognized him and said, "Mrs. Lee, he seems to be a transfer student from Class Nine, and his name is...Todd, yes, that's him!" Mrs. Lee finally realized why this child had suddenly barged into the office. He had overheard their discussion about that autistic child, Angela DeRoss.

Then both of them fell silent. "I've heard that your parents work as engineers," the teacher asked after a while. "They're building the new mall in the next town, aren't they?" Steffy smirked. "For a teacher, Sir Greg. You sure know a lot." "It's normal for an adviser to get curious about his or her students, especially the new ones," he retaliated. "But sometimes, it's better not to meddle on someone's affair, Sir," countered Steffy. "I'm not meddling. I'm just merely telling you what I know about you."

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

The situation with the notice board had immediate consequences: before the first class bell even rang, Mona was called to the Student Affairs Office. The head of Student Affairs was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses with a bald spot on top. He was notoriously strict about students and their relationships. The banners and slanderous notes that had been posted on the board were now torn to pieces, and he slapped them on Mona’s lap as soon as she entered. "Take a good look at what’s written here!"

Since I’m something of a ‘special’ employee for the school, and they need me to be on campus as much as possible, they always find ways to make sure I have a class to teach—suspend one of their ‘problem’ teachers for a week or two, put a dosage of heavy laxatives into the faculty lounge’s coffee pot, stuff like that—but it’s certainly easier when they don’t have to resort to those measures. I then read up a bit on Bethany’s story. She is going to be a transfer student in her senior year of college at the University of Minnesota Duluth, obviously majoring in education. She will be a student teacher in my class, so she can learn the ropes, so to speak.

The looks they were giving didn’t look good. The stories were popular in school, estranged couples caught by the teacher or principal kissing inside the elevator car. Or people caught trying to touch each other in the broom chamber. The story today was not going to be different. Two students caught in the elevator car. We stepped out and stood their silently. The looks that the teacher was giving me were not good at all. It signified trouble. He came closer to look at me and shook his head in mixed reactions. I wasn’t sure what the teacher wanted this round or what I had done either.

I replied with a smile of my own as she released my hand. “It’s nice to meet you too. By the way, my boyfriend interns at the admin office, so he knows everything going on in this place. He told me about the new professor and allegedly, he molested some students at his former school.Katie explained, shaking her head and I gasped in astonishment. What the fuck?

“That was a shocker, but we’ve all moved on.” “No,” Sarah shook her head. “Apparently, this one is about a professor and his T.A. getting a little too close.” Jason’s pulse ticked up, but his face stayed impassive. “Students have wild imaginations, but humor me. Where’d you hear that?” “It’s been floating around campus lately,“ Sarah replied. “A couple of undergrads were whispering about an anonymous post. Some gossip account is promising ‘big reveals.’” “Oh, that?” Vasquez said. “I heard it too.”