Teacher Student Novels & Stories

"Isn't it more surprising that you come out to have coffee with an opposite sex teacher alone?" Amy could tell from Max's tone that he had misunderstood something. She hurriedly reached out and held Max's arm. "Max Brother, you misunderstood. I'm talking to Edwin." "As a student, what you can talk about with your teacher is only study. Other than that, there shouldn't be anything else. Isn't it true, Edwin?" Max said, looking down at Edwin coldly. Edwin stood up and gave Max a gentle smile. "Mr. Max, you really misunderstood. When a teacher comes out with a student, there are a lot of things that can be discussed, and perhaps the future."

Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as the teacher walked into the room. "Good morning, everyone!" Walking to the front of the desks, Mr. Stevenson smiled at everyone. Mr Stevenson was a man in his late forties, with slightly greying hair. He was kind, I'll give him that, but mess with his classes, and he became the worst teacher in the history of teachers. I had seen him pick up a student's phone and throw it out the window, and all because it started to ring.

His curly hair sits in a small Afro on his head and his face does look newly shaved. He drops his bag on the desk and starts with the introduction. "Hello. My name is Steve Harper and I'm your Social studies, Economics, teacher. I'm new here and I guess most of you aren't . But in time, I might get to know all of you if you let me." he says, pacing back and forth in front of the desk,his hands crossed behind him.

"I believe you can pass the test so easily because you are a smart student." I drove Ms. Shane forward. Terrence went downstairs and gave the payslip to Ms. Shane. Today some teachers will indeed be paid by Terrence. Maybe if yesterday wasn't on leave the math teacher would have a salary as well. "Thank you so much for coming. Mrs. Parker. You are a competent teacher," Terrence said. "Eum... you've married Ms. Shane?" I asked a little confused. "Yes. I already have a baby," she retorted. "But, how can you teach if your child is a baby?" I asked.

“Yeah, besides, once the teachers know what’s going on, those guys won’t dare to mess with you anymore.” With all three of them offering their support, Maesei finally nodded, though she still seemed a little unsure. “Okay,” she said quietly. “I guess we can tell a teacher…” “That’s the spirit,” Vince said with a small smile. “Let’s go find one.” They made their way through the hallways, eventually finding Teacher Tysha, one of the kindest and most understanding teachers in the school. She had a gentle smile and was always willing to listen to the students. When they approached her, she noticed Maesei’s tear-streaked face right away.

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?"

“What? What is like being a teacher? Kesley is going to lose her mind when I tell her." "Please don't—" Amanda started, then stopped. Sat down in one of the small student chairs with the particular resignation of someone who knew they'd been caught. "Okay. Fine. Yes. I'm a teacher. I've been a teacher for three years.. I'm good at it. But it’s not really a profession to be proud about, is it?" I was dumbfounded, “What do you mean?” But she was quiet and I noticed the students were definitely listening now, though they were making a valiant effort to appear absorbed in their lunches.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot that bad boy side of him. "What did you do know?" I asked, taking a seat on the same row but three desks away from him. I didn't want to be too close to him. I might do something insanely stupid. "Teachers are just idiots. They take everything way to seriously." He ignored my question, but gave me a hint that it was a negative attitude with a teacher. "Tell me about it." I muttered with an eye roll. "Tyler Evans." An old small teacher came walking in the classroom. "Why am I not surprised to see you here?" She shook her head disapprovingly but still had a smile on her face.

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

Just like a teacher had the right to choose a student, so does a student have the right to choose or accept a teacher, likewise. “Good. From now hence, you shall refer to me as Teacher Kira.” Clenching my fists, I said with a lowered head, “Teacher Kira, Stephanie pays respect to you!” Pleased, she nodded and tapped my shoulder, gracefully. “It seems your prowess is still innate, at the moment. With quality grooming, you should be able to unleash it, bit by bit, and become the greatest Beast Tamer of your age. “Now that fate has bond us with this teacher and student relationship, be sure that the world would have you to reckon with.”