The Good Teacher Mga Nobela at Kwento

Only, it wasn't a wall that I had walked into, since walls never have hands to grab around your waist and neither do they have delicious manly cologne to blow your senses off proportion. I peaked open an eye and gasped again. Oh no! Oh God NO! Not Ethan Fucking Whitmore! It was an extremely rare occasion that a teacher was awfully famous with his students, or should I say, for sleeping with his students. But Ethan Whitmore was that rarity. He was a fresh out of college, trainee teacher who was as good at teaching as he was in bed and...most of the queen bees have slept with him and not to forget that I might have used him as my ideal male lead in some of my stories....scratch that, most of m

9 years ago… “Good morning class” our teacher Ms. Maxwell greets us as she came into the classroom. We all stood up to greet her. “Good morning Ms. Maxwell” we all chorused and she smiled then told us we could sit down to which we complied. Ms. Maxwell is our English and Literature teacher. She is really nice and a kind-hearted person and also friendly… we all love her and her carry-along charisma. She is very pretty too and we all love how gentle she is with us.

They were at it till late in the afternoon when TB came back with reports for Sean, he told him to watch Athena and left to take a few calls. Athena looked at TB tiredly and he smiled in pity at her, “sorry, been there. During my time, he told me ‘if you want to handle my models then you must be a great example to them’, so, just deal with it, soon, you will be good in it,” he said to her. Athena heaved a sigh, “I know but can I ask you something?” “Go on.” “Is he really that strict when teaching someone?”

she said, there really wasn't much to say in a placid relationship, a relationship where Ember barely knew how to function. "What is he, a mother?" He smirked, not losing one chance to make fun of him. So she decided to give him a subtle reply. "He was generous to other people and was never rude meaninglessly. He worried about others and was genuinely concerned for everyone. He was just a kind hearted and giving personality. He didn't know manipulative tricks or deceptive methods, or just laid out blatant statements that he couldn't back up. So that's that, I think he was pretty amazing, one of a kind, if you must," she said, crossing her hands across her chest.

he said resting his chin on the top of her head, “that getting your master’s degree is going to make you an even better teacher. You’ll have a little more experience, and a lot more knowledge.” “I’m just…” she sighed again and slid her hands under the IGYS T-shirt and linked their fingers. Softly, she whispered what was really on her mind. “What if I’m not a good teacher? What if I’m just not good enough?” “Oh, my sweet, sweet pet.” He smiled as he pressed a kiss to her head. “You’re not going to be a good teacher. You’re going to be a great teacher.” If Neo had said that a year ago, Hank’s voice of him declaring that she was going to be the best teacher ever would have echoed through her mi

PRESENT. Ivy breathed a sigh of relief as she finally reached the last period of her class lectures. "Have a nice day, everyone," she said, waving to her students as they left one by one. To many, she was a crush, and to some, a role model. Ivy was a dedicated teacher at Primes Time College who took her job to the next level. She was willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure that her students understood every detail of what she was teaching.

She didn't know why, but hearing Anya say that if she knew how to fight she'd keep harassers like the senior away from her, Elizabeth felt a need in her to train and teach the two girls. Maybe she would someday, not now but someday she knew she surely would.

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

That old principal was removed from his post that year. The old teacher actually began to cry. "Theo was from a poor family, but he worked so hard and was polite to every teacher. "I taught his math. He was good, his grades were good, and after all these years, I still remember how he could see the answer with just one glance. He was a true genius." The old teacher took out a yellowed math olympiad paper. Beneath the bright red perfect score was Theo's neat handwriting. "Grandma raised me. The day she died, she told me that undying love is the greatest inheritance.

I don't know how, but the students liked her. I wasn't really a religious person, but, well, maybe God was on my side today. “Reiley seemed like a nice person,” I replied calmly. ”How about her students?” “Well, mostly the same as usual. Some are smart and ambitious, some are close and open to Reiley, some even refuse to go to school but end up going because of Reiley. Honestly, I admire that woman. She would definitely be a good teacher if ...” The sentence stopped, her friendly smile turned grim. ‘But, yes, Reiley was a nice person. She was a great teacher.”