Teacher X Student Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

he picked up a paper and began looking through it He looked to the door at Ace who was on his phone "Mr. Reed, what would you say to lending miss Baker your notes," he said reaching for a sheet of paper on his desk "most of our tutors are juggling more workload than they can handle but as soon as one spot frees up I'll be more than happy to get you a tutor," he says staring up at Ace from the paper I didn't want a tutor, that would just be an unnecessary inconvenience "I'd prefer Ace's notes and if I have any questions I can just ask him sir" the teacher looked at me through his glasses perched on his nose

I heard him groan and quickly added, “you said you’d help.” He let out an exasperated sigh and settled on the seat beside me. “Just know, I’m a very bad teacher.” If he was hoping I would bail, he thought wrong. “I take my chances.” Phraser pulled the book towards him and dropped his gaze as he began to read. He hasn’t even finished the first page when a group of girls came to our table and looked at him expectantly. “Hi, Phraser,” said one of the girls. Phraser tore his attention from the book and looked up at the mention of his name. “You know, Prof. Milford told us to come to you for help. Do you mind helping us with our studies?”

He should be with her, comforting her and not here. “Hey, Brianna,” he said with a soft laugh. “Learning to read is really important in life. It opens up a whole world of joy hidden in words, sentences…In books, stories. I made a promise to teach you and I’m keeping to that. So whether you’re interested or not, I’m going to read. If you don’t want to listen, you can go ahead and cover your ears. I’m going to start now.” He settled back in his chair, getting ready to read.

She paired me with an eight-year-old named Marcus who was struggling to read at grade level. "He's a good kid," Sarah explained as she led me to a small room filled with mismatched chairs and worn books. "But he's behind, and he gets frustrated easily. The key is patience." Marcus was small for his age, with serious dark eyes and a cautious manner that reminded me of myself at that age. He looked skeptical when Sarah introduced us. "You're gonna help me read?" he asked, sizing me up. "I'm going to try," I said honestly. "If you're willing to help me figure out how to be a good teacher."

She protested, "I read it for an entire afternoon, and I feel like I've learned a lot!" "Oh, did you?" He arched a brow doubtfully. "Textbooks love to go on and on about simple concepts. You'll be reading pages when something can be explained with a few sentences. I thought only average college students would fall victim to these textbooks; I didn't expect you to be affected too, Ms. Torrey." "You—" She clearly detected the mockery in his tone.

"Sit down properly. The teacher will be here any minute." "Right, right. Our teacher does not mess around." Melanie propped a foreign language textbook in front of her face. Her lips began to move as she recited a sentence in an odd rhythm. Oscar almost laughed. He knew exactly what the word meant. He pulled out a classical reader and joined the low murmur of voices around him. He liked the rhythm of the language, the rise and fall of its tones, and the way a well-turned phrase settled into the ear. He lost himself in it. For a moment, he forgot why he was there. He was not helping Rebecca check something off a list. He was simply a student in a classroom, learning.

"Open the book to page 54. Do the problem, I'll give you 15 minutes." "What? Is he crazy?" "15 minutes? Doing this many and difficult questions? What a cruel teacher." "Ah, if he wasn't handsome I would have cursed him in front of his face." These are all just the inner words of the students. How dare they curse directly in front of this notorious teacher. "Sir, I'm finished. May I go to the toilet?" said Juna, raising her hand. It hasn't even been 5 minutes but the man has already finished his work? Actually, Juna has filled almost all the books at home.

Having his *ss handed in public made Raiden a very angry man. Who did this student think he was to lay his hand on his lecturer like that? This was an act of disrespect, pure and simple! Of course, Javier had always been that guy. Raiden was hardly an educator in even the most charitable sense of the word! He was just a parvenu at best; a sh*tty parvenu. A teacher teaches and an educator educates, both by spreading knowledge and exhibiting exemplary behavior. And then there was Raiden Foxx, whose only motive was to take advantage of the young women under him. How could that make him a lecturer?

He cursed lowly. Just then, footsteps sounded behind them, attracting their attention. Finn was the first to turn his head, and seeing the teacher entering the class, he swallowed the question he was about to ask George. He glanced at Niam. "Let's sit. The exam is about to start." Then his brows raised slightly. "Do you need my help?" He remembered the system had told him last night about how students hated to read and about how difficult it was for high school final year students.

1 hour of Teacher Lavin lecturing his History lesson, the desire ring of bell of many students finally rang inside. The whistles and whispers among the students echoed when the bell rang, not at all paying attention anymore to the Teacher that was still standing at the top of the podium holding his book and was still reading the contents that was paused after the bell rang. Teacher Lavin just shakes his head and shrugged his shoulders at the two-faced students in his front, he reach for his scattered books at the table and smiled.