Teacher X Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn't believe she still had time to think about me. I crumpled the paper with my fist, glaring back at her with curious intent. “What the fuck is this,” I spat out, low but clipped. She leaned closer with a casual look and blinked twice. “Pardon me,” she said. I raised the letter a little above my shoulder and repeated. “What the fuck is…” “Maxton Carter,” the teacher called. I looked back at the teacher and dropped my hands. “Do you have a question?” He asked. “None sir,” I replied briskly.

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.

She can not afford to lose. She reaches her assigned classroom and sits herself down, their adviser entering shortly after. "Alright, when your name is called say present. And if I'll have to repeat your name, consider yourself absent." Mr Stevenson, Steven for short, was everyone's favorite teacher. Strict in the classroom, but an entirely different person during break time. He strives to keep his professionalism inside the classroom, but outside of it, he's an acting counsellor, psychologist and father to 3/4 of the campus. Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job.

My coffee is hot as I study the world history syllabus for a fifth time. Professor Oakley's cell phone number is toward the top of the page and so is his email. The temptation to text him by accident has crossed my mind, but I would be no different than the other girls considering flunking to get a tutoring session.

“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.

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."