The Professor And The Madman Book Novels & Stories

I'll make you a storyteller. "It was a long complicated story," I answered here. "I won't mind." It's like saying it excitedly. Wow, this has no common sense either. I don't want to tell a story, I want to tell a story. "Open page 452, chapter 10 and give me the difference between Haluim and Ugranuim." Suddenly, our professor who had just entered said that he was opening a book. We didn't compete with each other in the unfolding, and I was also infected by the panic that happened because our prof in Ability Control looked fierce.

I glanced at my book and noticed she had ripped off the cover page and my gaze darkened. I charged towards her and pushed her with all the strength I could muster, causing her to stagger backwards and before she could regain her balance, I tossed her notebook on her face, making sure its condition became worse than mine before standing back with a satisfied smirk on my face. After retaliating, I proceeded towards my seat, only to come face to face with professor Maddie whose veins were bulging.

There was something dangerous about him—something in the way he held himself, the quiet, restrained power in his movements. Who the hell was this man? The answer came seconds later as he reached the desk at the front of the room. He set down a leather-bound notebook, adjusted the cuffs of his suit, and then spoke. “Good morning, class. My name is Professor Dominic Valenti. I’ll be your lecturer for Criminal Psychology this semester.” The words barely registered. Isla’s pulse pounded in her ears. Valenti. The name was familiar. Too familiar. A name whispered in fear. A name that belonged to one of her father’s most ruthless rivals.

It was time for Lennox and I’s class with the Harvard professor so I cleared my desk and left the office. Lennox and the Harvard professor were discussing when I got there. They both turned silent as I walked in. I gave a head nod to both of them and took my seat. Lennox followed suit and sat on the only empty chair in the room. For the next two hours the Harvard Professor spoke on and on about the details of the book he had recommended to us to read. He asked questions and Lennox and I both responded correctly. Eventually it turned into an interactive session as we all contributed one way or the other.

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

Lucifer was getting very angry at the constant questions challenging his orders. 'Enough.' He roared, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the Professor collapse to the floor, quivering in fear and begging not to be hurt. 'It is a good job I need you to prepare the female, you pathetic piece of garbage. Now do your fucking job, you have half an hour.' The professor whimpered back at him, 'But, but, Sir, you s, said, an hour?' He stammered only to be grabbed by the neck,

Another wave of mocking laughter echoed off the walls. "I bet you don't know how to respect a professor," Madison retorted, loud enough for the woman in front to hear. Just like that, the room fell silent. When Madison glanced at the person next to her, she found Zia's curved eyelashes clapping. Madison thought it was silly, so she ignored it and focused on the whiteboard. The professor looked at her and greeted her back with a smile. The kind gesture and a newfound friend excited Madison to learn something new today.

When it was already finally time for him to sneak inside, he used his last bits of patience to wait for a few minutes, observing whether there was still anyone in there who could possibly ask him why he was there in the first place. Upon seeing that the coast was already clear, he walked, not ran, towards the direction of it. He'd only look even more suspicious if he'd act as if he was really going there in an urgent manner. His heart was already beating utterly fast as he was walking, praying that he'd bump into no one. However, the universe wasn't planning on making it easy for him as he bumped into one of his professors. He was this old man who looked like a terror professor at first, but