Teacher X Student Reader Novels & Stories

I paused, then added carefully, "Though I suppose people would be careful not to get caught if they were doing something wrong." Mrs. Chen's eyes sharpened. "That's true. Have you noticed any teachers and students spending unusual amounts of time together? Meeting after hours, perhaps?" "Lots of teachers stay late to help students. Mr. Peterson does math tutoring, Coach Williams has practice, Ms. Rodriguez runs the debate club." "What about the English department? My heartbeat quickened, but I kept my face impassive. "Mr. Hales is new this year. He seems nice. Good teacher." "Have you noticed him paying special attention to any students?"

Xander even dropped his fork in shock. “You read?” If Xander’s eyes could pop out of their sockets at that moment, I believe that they would have rolled away already. “Of course, I do. What’s with that reaction?” I frown at him. “You don’t even read your textbook.” “Has anyone ever told you that textbooks and novels are not the same thing?” Since it’s Xander, I can imagine that he reads textbooks like he’s reading novels. What a complete nerd. “Well, since you’re not reading now, did you manage to read my text?” Romeo interjects himself into my and Xander's argument. “It’s kind of about work.”

They got to their locker and took the books they would be using today out, and went to their first class which was literature. "Get seated" the teacher said ones he came in, he was referring to the guys he met seating on their desk instead of the chairs "We are being the discussion class about Hamlet, Mira read for me, I like your tone expression with how you read the first part for us in out class yesterday, it impressed me" her literature teacher said She stood up after summoning confidence

I slam my door in response. Once I’m in bed, I finally open the math book. My eyes land again on the first page: Jace Adkins. My finger hovers over the number, but then I slap myself and actually start reading. Turns out, everything’s explained much more clearly in the teacher’s version. Maybe I could get Mason to snag me a copy. I make it through the first 100 pages—enough to grasp the basics of the numbers. Talking about numbers.. The book opens at the first page all by itself. Biting my lip in doubt, I grab my phone and contemplate a lot of things.

She was surprised they didn't call her ‘new teacher’ as they did before. “So today, we are going to be reading the tenth chapter of Jane Eyre but first, can someone give me a quick summary of the nine chapters?” Olivia asked since the students couldn't tell her where they stopped with the last teacher she started from the beginning. She was flipping through the pages of her note while talking, so when she lifted her head she saw Tristan and she didn't hesitate to call him out. “Tristan, please can you tell us what it's about?” Olivia asked.

Nor me, not anyone. "I'm sorry miss Grace but all the remain departments are covered." the English teacher -aka Roosevelt Daily's redactor- pretended to analyse the list with different tasks, but we both knew she indeed wasn't. "I get that you just have a really stressful week with your... father's situation, but the first student that applies is the one that got the topic." she lifted one shoulder as I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. "We always work like that, now don't we?"

“And that will be all for today,” I said cheerfully, much to the relief of everyone seated in the lecture hall. “Make sure to read pages eight through twenty-five of your textbooks before our next class. I expect active participation.” The sighs of relief quickly turned into tormented groans. “Professor, I lost my textbook…” a student piped up over the grumbles, batting his eyelashes at me in an exaggerated display of innocence. “May I be exempt from the discussion?”

As the remaining people around them saw Thea poking her head, pretending as a doctor or something as if she knew some things, they couldn't help but scoffed. "What are you doing, fatty? Stop meddling around. You are killing him. The teacher had instructed us not to touch him until the help arrives" one of the students snarled, anxiously *************

And this time around though, it wasn't my wife, but our lawyer. ETHA'S POV ⁠●⁠●⁠●⁠● The moment the lecturer, Lecturer Reed,stepped fully into the lecture room, the atmosphere shifted in a way I couldn't explain. He placed his worn leather briefcase on the desk, adjusting the sleeve of his shirt once before looking up at us with his eyes. “I trust everyone is fully awake and willing to learn.” He said mildly. A few students chuckled nervously, others sitting up straight while I simply held my pen between my fingers. He wrote his name on the whiteboard in bold strokes, the marker in his hold scraping quietly.

“If you need help with the course, book a tutorial with Jessie. That’s the only one-on-one academic support I offer.” For a moment, she gaped at me. Then she slid off the desk, smoothing the front of her dress with a small, embarrassed laugh that sounded more forced than amused. “Everyone says you’re impossible to read,” she murmured. “I didn’t believe them until now.” “There’s nothing to read. I’m your lecturer. That’s the beginning and end of our relationship,” I replied, gesturing toward the door. “I have other students waiting, Miss Laurent.” Without another word, she headed for the door. Her hand was on the handle when she paused and glanced back at me.