Novel & Cerita Teacher Student

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."

I paused, then added carefully, "Though I suppose people would be careful not to get caught if they were doing something wrong." Mrs. Chen's eyes sharpened. "That's true. Have you noticed any teachers and students spending unusual amounts of time together? Meeting after hours, perhaps?" "Lots of teachers stay late to help students. Mr. Peterson does math tutoring, Coach Williams has practice, Ms. Rodriguez runs the debate club." "What about the English department? My heartbeat quickened, but I kept my face impassive. "Mr. Hales is new this year. He seems nice. Good teacher." "Have you noticed him paying special attention to any students?"

" 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.

"It doesn't matter. It still counts. Let's go have breakfast sir" "Sure. Get in" "Okay ". "Teacher -parent what! Nah! I can't be placed in such disgusting awkward zone. Never. Monalisa and I had breakfast and I dropped her off at her house and drove back home. Sophie was awake already, having her breakfast. "Finally, you're back. Come join me uncle" "I already had breakfast".. "Really? Where? "Somewhere. Quick question. What the fuck is teacher -parent relationship? "Oh, that's the relationship that exists between a teacher and the parent or guardian of the student she's taking care of and she's not allowed to be in any romantic or sexual relationship with him. Why are you asking?

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

Maybe, communication is what I needed? "I feel weak," I started. "What kind of teacher am I? I can't even protect my students." "You are a great teacher. Besides, our job is to teach the children. Our job is to teach them the things that they don't know about the world. It's not our job to be their savior," she explained, clearly not getting my point.

I rather to be in favor to them instead of forcing them to learn though I know that they are not in a good condition. “Why don’t you sir tell us about your self, so that we will be inspired,” My student said beside Ms. Tan. “Isn’t ironic that you hate when a teacher tell their life story instead of teaching you, Ms. Veluz? And now you want me to tell something about myself rather than listening to our next topic?” I told to them and sat on the chair as I give them a silly smile while my continuously raising my eyebrows. They became quiet again and I can how nervous they are from what I said.

Maybe it's okay to delay it. "Good. Busy." I settle next to Mariana, not looking at her for fear of what I'll see. "I'm taking an intense class on teacher ratings systems right now and I'm adding on a kinesiology and ESL class next semester. I'm going to be busy, but so far I like it." "When do you start your student teaching?" "Supposedly, the same day the teachers all go back to school, so in just a few weeks." "That's cool. Have they matched you to a school yet?"

Her blue-and-white sneakers were new, but even I had a hard time guessing what might be beneath the layers of clothing. My observation was interrupted by the teacher clearing his throat. “Good morning, everyone. I’m Mr. Thomas, your Biology teacher for this year. Thank you for choosing my advanced class.” “Sorry for being late, I was sent from the teacher’s office,” a guy interrupted. “I’m Paul Tashiro, a new student.” “Welcome to our school. Please sit next to Mr. Simmons.”

The soft click echoed in the room. She cleared her throat. “Today will be strictly business. We have a student-teacher relationship and that is simply what it is going to be. These two hours will be used for actual tutoring. Nothing else.” I nodded, even though I completely disagreed. “Of course, Professor.” We started the lesson. I asked questions about Nietzsche and existential dread. She answered clearly, professionally. For the first thirty minutes, she held it together. But I could see the cracks forming.