Teacher Student Novels & Stories

I said and took a gentle sip of the coffee. “You got the woman knocked up or something?” she asked carefully. I nearly choked on my coffee. “Nothing like that. Student – teacher relationships are frowned upon.” I said when I recovered. The woman winked at me and asked confused “Are you a student then?” I smiled at her and nodded “Unfortunately yes, that I am.” “That sure didn’t stop you from sharing a bed now did it?” I gave her a confused look but she said and jerked her head into the direction of my car

Sarina Hazel Moon “I hope everything will be fine. I’m sure you both did great, we can also tell this to the principal if you’d like.” I disappointedly sighed. I know that Stephenson’s doesn’t hire anyone who does things like this. She might’ve faked her behavior when she came here. Seriously, teachers should not be humiliating students for doing everything they could. They should even offer them help. They might not know, that it’s sometimes the teacher’s problem that some students couldn’t understand one lesson even though they study themselves.

If he only doesn't recognize that I even exist then my game plan is perfect until I finish here. The teacher walks inside and my eyes just widened out from my sockets. I literally was shocked to see him. He stands before the entire class and he has gotten even manlier and really handsome. He was wearing a white polo that was tucked inside his black skinny jeans paired with his shiny black leather shoes. He looks at us and I'm sure he spotted me cos his eyebrows shoot up. "Good morning everyone." He says. He moved his eyes to me. "I'm Prof. Kingsgrove and I'm your subject teacher for this semester and it's a pleasure to see new faces."

Alas, I was hit, sometimes I was like that, but even though I procrastinate the work, my work was good, ‘cause I’m not stupid, I only have laziness. "As my previous professor, what do you think is your first and second job?" It was my random question while highlighting lectures on Asian studies. "The first job of a teacher is to make students fall in love with the subject and the second is to make them a better person because education is not just about teaching theories and giving exams, it's not about academics all the time .." "You only hit one right answer because the latter is wrong," I replied while pasting the sticky note at the top of the page I was reading.

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.

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 to it.

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 students in your class. Which student

She said in a glad tone. “Alright! That’s what we want!” a student responded. “So, let me introduce myself first. I am Ms. Renie Mendoza. Yes, I’m a newbie in this school. My first teaching career was in private. And I chose to transfer here seeking for other opportunities. I’m a Mathematics Major Teacher and I will be your Math Teacher in this whole school year.” She introduced. Woah, a Mathematics teacher. My weakness subject.

I had to be honest about that— and it didn't seem that hard, with his pitch black eyes and low voice. But what was a teacher if she got intimidated by her own student? I smile. "So I'm guessing it's the library, no?"

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."