Teacher X Novels & Stories

Dad's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "yes dad?" My little brother laughed and I sighed, "sorry dad.. There's a new teacher at school and a lot of things are about to change..." "Is this teacher a man..." I laughed, "God nooo dad... no... a woman.. it's a 21 year old girl from the US..."

Richard responded. "Honestly sir, a good teacher is he who is compassionate, supportive and patience to his students. And from the way I see it, you have lost hope in her and no longer patient with her, and good teachers aren't supposed to be like that. I have gone through all my junior years receiving insults from my teachers. But when I came to ss2, I met an amazing teacher that changed my life entirely. I was able to win an award as the best Mathematics student in the whole country because of her. From that moment, I realized that is not only how the teacher teaches you that matters, their behavior towards you and how they teach you also matters. So please sir, don't lose hope in her, try

4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} I sighed as MTS 101 teacher mumbled the explanations to the questions on the board. I couldn't understand any bit of what he was saying. Even Tolani's attention was on her phone. I rolled my eyes when I peeped and saw 'Stephen' as the contact name.

I said unsure of my own words. "Then time will tell what's gonna happen." he said shrugging. "Hmm." I hummed. Mrs. Smith came and started teaching and took out my stuff and started taking notes. As the time passed by half of the day went pretty fine. Now it's Mr. Brown's class. He is our science teacher. He is a few of few words and it's fine for us. He don't yell like Mrs. Smith km small topics. But he held authority in his voice so one one can dare to defy him.

Then when they got to Nova they just stopped. “Hey, who are you?” One little girl asked about Ella’s age. Ella spoke up, “this is Miss. Jackson is my favorite teacher from the human school. She will be teaching us history at the pack school next year.” “Wow! Really you are going to teach about the history of the human world like Ella?” A little redhead boy in the back asked. “Oh yay! Ella has told us so much but I have so many questions.” Someone else commented that I couldn’t see.

My mate is also the Alpha of my pack and it's annoying because he has so much work, it means that we can't get any sweet moment to ourselves. Finally, the bell rings, I waved my students and sighed after they left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a while. I became a high school teacher once I graduated, a math teacher to be precise. "Jayla!" A teacher comes in, it's the Italian teacher Enzo. "Hey, Enzo. What's up?" I said putting away the phone.

Thanks, Cora I hit send. It might be a good test. Maybe he's cool enough to text students back. My phone dings. Hello Cora, Yes. I can explain it. Can you meet me an hour before class in my office? We can go over the assignment. Thanks, Blake He's gone from Professor Oakley to Blake in a mere thirty seconds. My heart is on fire and I agree to meet him in his office. "Wow, Cora look at you. And don't worry I won't tell anyone. You'll have to tell me how it goes. You might want to practice what sounding confused about the assignment looks like."

“Alright, that’s all for today. For all students, I do not know until when I will be your teacher but do your best to remember everything that I have thought you today, as the next time I will handle you guys, remember we will be having a quiz on what we learned today in two days time. So be sure to all study hard during your free time.” “Yes, Mr. Tadeo," the class said in unison. Takahashi Sato grunted. He resisted the urge to laugh at what the teacher had said. After all, Mr. Tadeo barely taught them anything. The worksheet did all the work. “You may all go now,” he said replied. They all rose from their seats and bowed before gathering up their school supplies and bags and then exiting th

She started acting all dramatic and we laughed. "Oh, shut up!" I punched her playfully and we headed to our second class today. Math. *** Math is boring. Math is like the worst subject ever. At least to me. I was looking around, our professor, Mrs Martin, a young woman in her late 30, very quiet and calm, was putting some math assignments on the board. Some students were whispering to each other, some of them was concentrating on their notebooks. One of them, me to be precise, was thinking about him.

The room where he taught was at the back of the gym, next to another room where a group practiced yoga, both separated from the rest of the space by glass walls and a wooden door. That day, Padilha was wearing red shorts and a gray tank top with the name of the gym written on the front and "instructor" on the back. Paulina noticed that he had a monochromatic tattoo of a canine paw on his right arm, inside the image were the features of a canine face, and underneath were two red ideograms.