Teacher Student Novels & Stories

Class should be starting soon. A teacher, Mr. Reap, a mid-thirties man with a tall and lean build walks in, smiling. He has dark brown hair and a rich warm-colored complexion. "Hello everyone, I'm your attending HR teacher. You can call me Mr. Sal, Mr. Reap, Mr. R, anything. As long as it's not something I'll take as an insult," he says with a laugh.

He kissed my head and packed up his stuff, leaving the room reluctantly. As the door closed behind him the teacher started to pack up some papers while mumbling. "As you know there's an exam coming up soon." I nod and respond with a yes, knowing he hadn't seen when I nodded. He looked up from the stack of papers. " We need someone to tutor this student who has been a little behind and I believe you're the perfect one for the job. I would have given it to Kaleb, however he is training for the football finals."

Ericka commanded in a raised voice, "All right, students, finish or not, you all pass your paper." She allocated the most engaged student, who frequently serves as her coach. "All right, Teddy, gather all the papers and arrange them neatly at your teacher's table." Before he gets there, Ericka finishes up and plans to leave the classroom. Ericka's two tired eyes suddenly meet the sight of a young, attractive man dressed in a teacher's uniform and black slacks. He is nearly six feet tall, has black hair that is neatly cut, and exudes a dapper appearance. He's grinning and giving her a lovely greeting.

he said. Noah looked at him. "Do you know about thermal expansion in pavement cracking?" he said. Victor was quiet. "Tell me what you know," he said. "And I'll tell you if I know the same thing." Noah looked at him. At the specific quality of that answer. The answer of someone who understood that the student should speak first. That the teacher learned from the student's understanding. He looked at Victor. "You've done this before," Noah said. "Teaching."

I kept watching his lips move, remembering how his hand felt, thinking about how much better his mouth would be. Halfway through the problem his voice got quieter. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I feel so stupid. This is messed up.” “Yep,” I said proudly. Aiden rubbed his eyes. “We are student and teacher. That is all we will ever be. Nothing more. Get that through your head.” “That’s okay,” I told him. “Hate me while you stroke me next time. Makes it hotter. You can say we’re nothing all you want, but your hand says different.”

"You have anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view of my butt?" "Giving me ideas, are you?" He arched an eyebrow. "As I told you, I live here-" "School isn't over yet!" I snapped. "But my classes are." When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued, "I'm a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don't have classes all day. Either morning sessions or afternoon ones and I'm done for the day. So then, your place or mine?" My jaw hit the pavement...retracted back...and then I exploded.

Julien stroked her hair and reassured her. As he said this, he had a look in his eyes that relaxed her, and Sydney was relieved. She smiled at Julien and said, "I believe you. After what you said, I think you'd be a popular teacher if you become a teacher instead of working as the CEO of Flint Corporation. Students like teachers like you, who don't blame the students but reflect on themselves." Julien smiled softly as he stroked her head, "But I don't like being anyone else's teacher, I'm only your teacher. You are my only student. No one else is qualified to be my student!"

Tahimik akong nakikinig, sinusubukan ding buuin ang sagot ko sa isipan ko. "Akira Quezon?" Tawag ni Ma’am Castillo. "What are your thoughts?" Nagulat ako, pero agad kong inayos ang sarili ko. "Understanding human behavior is important for teachers because it helps us respond to the needs of our students," sagot ko nang may kumpiyansa. "When we understand their emotions and behavior, we can adjust our teaching methods to ensure they learn effectively. It also allows us to build stronger connections with them."

That is why he takes a few minutes to enter the classroom. She is a language professor here and it is clear in her hazel eyes that she is interested in Mr. Taylor but he does not give a fuck about it. He just talks to her respectfully as I have noticed from the classroom — my bench. Poor Ms. Hudgens, Mr. Taylor is devoted to his job and students.

Whatever I do now will be good or bad for our relationship, whatever it may be, moving forward. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Sorry that she died. That's so awful. I'm sorry you are lonely. I meant what I said that day. I really could be your friend, if you want me to be Blake. But what will the other students say? I don't want to be a teacher's pet. And I don't need my room mate asking me questions." Professor Oakley smiles and gets out of his car and opens my side of the Silverado. "Thanks, Cora. I appreciate that more than you know. Would you like to come in? We could watch a movie or sit and talk if you'd like. By now I'm sure we'd both agree that our friendship is pushing our student professor rel