The Good Teacher Novels & Stories

Walker asked and they all looked at me, waiting for an answer. I opened my mouth, and let the words flow out of my mouth."A teacher of mine inspired me to pursue my dream of helping my students find their path, and eventually achieve their dreams someday. She said that in school, we become the students' family and guardians. It is our responsibility to guide them. I believe that in order to become a good teacher, we must show our students that we care about them rather than just teaching them and letting them do whatever they want outside of the classroom. To become a good student, one must become a good person first. I know what I did is wrong, but I will do it again if that means saving my

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."

I learned that it is better to sit in the front, that way I can hear the teacher better and not be distracted by everyone else in the class as well. “Okay everyone, settle down. Class is in session,” said Mrs. K. Mrs. K is the coolest teacher in the school. She keeps it real with us when she talks to us, which makes us laugh and love her even more. She literally treats us like her own kids. When it is a student’s birthday, she will buy them a gift. She is also always there when we need someone to talk to. One time I was close to telling her about the photo problem I am currently facing but decided not to because I feared that it might put her in danger.

I said gently, doing my best to lighten the mood. He stood slowly, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.. “I really just want to do well and be a good teacher. I don’t want to let anyone down,” he replied, his voice steadier now. “Trust me, you’re doing great. The kids adore you, and so do I.” I paused, searching for the right words. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He looked at me, eyes glassy but brightening with gratitude. “So….does that mean we are good?” He said, his eyes widening. I nodded.

I have to do this or get to his bad book. "Urm Phil", I shortened his name as he gave out that vibrant smile. " Please don't do anything bad to Mrs. Linda, she is a good teacher", I tried to cover up, afraid he might do something bad to her or ask someone to do it. "A teacher does not only teach. He or she nurtures, builds, and encourages a student. But her's is the opposite. She embarrassed you because you are effeminate, giving you the responsibility of doing absentee projects. Who does that?", he objected, fear gripping me for how much information he knows about me.

I destroy them in days, sometimes even in hours. First, I get everyone to hate them, then I drive them crazy, and then they either quit or transfer to another school. But there are some teachers who have this unbreakable positivity about them. It sickens me when these types come into my classroom smiling and trying to brainwash everybody into thinking they are super cool. These so-called good teachers make kids believe that they care about their future, and never get angry or upset at bad behavior. I have made it my mission at school to destroy especially the best teachers. It is my primary goal to get them all to quit and leave us in peace.

Me. "Fuck, Gorilla!" I snapped from my self-pity when well-known face of an old woman popped in my head. I think that everyone has that on teacher that gives them chills. That one teacher who, and you know that for sure, it has every power to put you down and would when and if the opportunity is right. Chills went down my spine and I shook a little remembering I will see her today, the very first day of our new chapter on this journey to become well paid, I mean- well respected surgeons!

Years of experience taught me better. “Good—”

That had happened early in her time at Oaklands, and she had learnt from it. 'If you treat a class properly they'll always do their best for you, even the baddies,' she said slowly. 'So it certainly makes sense in teaching.' 'It makes sense in everything.' 'Then you have to be careful to give out only good?' 'If you can.' He nosed the van across another cluttered junction. 'It isn't easy.' 'No,' she agreed thoughtfully. 'I don't suppose it is.'

Cattleya and her squad. “Good morning class.” Oh, the terror teacher is in! “Good morning sir,” we all greeted in chorus after standing up from our chairs. He then signaled us to sit down again which we obediently did. But why does he seemed to be in a good mood today? He is smiling which he does not usually do and even greeted us good morning! “So, today is our lucky day as you will be joined by another genius!” He exclaimed in excitement. Ah, is this why he looked so happy today?