Teacher Student Wattpad Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Good morning everyone, I trust the reports have been turned in, I hope you loved Egypt history because the next report submission will be centered on the French revolution" the whole class groaned, I just rolled my eyes, typical Mr. Talin, history lecturer, I think he taught just to torture students, this wasn't part of our syllabus, he just enjoyed zapping the lives out of us.

I threw her essay down on her desktop once she'd settled into place for our after school rendezvous. "What? I thought you of all people would like it." She folded her arms smugly. I tilted my head, reading her title aloud. "'Why teachers who fuck their students should be granted clemency.' Jesus, Taylor. I hardly know where to begin with this. Your lack of candor here... I'm at a loss! What if someone had seen you writing that?" "Nobody did."

Smith was holding up his tablet, imploring them to hurry. James idly took out his tablet and tapped the mountain icon that connected him to the school’s server. His teacher distributed the program to everyone in the class at once, then launched back in on the subject of linear equations. James inadvertently tuned everything out as he thought back to why he’d been¬—

“What are you doing? Sit…” “Sorry, I got distracted,” I whispered while opening my book. “What is the thing that distracted you? I know it is definitely not your new crush.” She muttered in a sarcastic tone. “I…” Before I could tell her about Aster who distracted me, the teacher said out loud, “Good morning students, I am your class teacher, Ben Wizz. You can call me Mr. Wizz. So I teach math and at the start of the new session I see many new faces which is very nice…”

"This is exploiting! I have my rights as a student. We both know that this isn't fair. Do you want me to report you to the Department of Education?" Teacher Greg amusingly stared at her as she exploded. "All right, that's enough. Let's go." Steffy's eyes popped as he gestured her to come out of the library. "Really?" she asked, suddenly doubtful of her teacher's behavior. "Unless you want to stay overnight in here. There are ghosts—" "I'm not fucking afraid of ghosts!" she shouted and lightly pushed her teacher aside. Teacher Greg chuckled and walked behind her, stopping only to lock the door of the library.

Sam overheard when one of the teachers, a balding potbellied man, whispered in another teacher's ear: "I heard that the coffin is closed because she had a very nasty accident." "Is that right?" "Yes. The poor thing was wandering alone in the rain and couldn't swerve in time. The bastard driver didn't even render aid. It was instantaneous death." "She was such a good student..." The woman wipes her tears with a handkerchief before continuing, "She never gave me a hard time. She was well-behaved, hard-working. Maybe a little outcast and antisocial, but..." The girl falls back into tears. The teacher comforts her by patting her shoulder.

Shane grinned. "Lydia, see? I told you I'm popular. You'd better keep a close eye on me, or someone might actually steal me away. Then you'll regret it." He wasn't only incapable of reading the room, but he was also insufferably narcissistic. Faced with someone this shameless, I was truly at a loss for what to do. I picked up the plate of garlic butter shrimp and moved to dump it in the trash. "You two really are perfect for each other. You're both equally unreasonable and irrational. Since you don't know how to respect the work I put in, then don't bother eating it."

“Our math teacher, Ms Watson, is taking a leave. She told us during class that she won’t be coming for the next three months and that we should behave well when the new teacher arrives.” “Okay? But that didn’t answer my question,” I pointed out. “That’s because I wasn’t done,” he frowned, licking at the spoon before neatly placing the cup back on the table. “Sorry about that. Please continue.” “OK. So, when she left, Maddie, the girl who sits next to me? She said that Ms Watson’s tummy had grown over the months and that it must be hurting her so much that she had to take a leave. But then Johnny, the one who sits behind me, leaned over and said, that his mom told him that Ms Watson was pregn