The Professor In Narnia Novels & Stories

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

I glared at him but now he was just looking at Wenna who was talking to him. "Wait... as far as I remember what you said before you will go to school again, sir?" "I'm studying." "Huh?" my cousin asked in surprise. "That means, sir, you are also studying now while you are a professor?" Rajiv nodded his head. "Yeah." "Oh, that's right. You're in love..." Wenna's voice trailed off at the last word she said. My ears immediately perked up there. I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look.

She says, whispering the last sentence as he was approaching us. He passes by us, the corridor as a whole admiring the straight man who was sincere to his job to the core. He wasn't the person to entertain such vile acts of getting service from young girls to improve their marks. He is a respected professor in this campus and everyone who admires him want him in their beds. Even me. Although, I know that isn't possible in this lifetime. As he passes by us, he gives us a nasty glare and keeps walking faster. That's professor Zayn Johnson for you.

he said, becoming more relaxed. "I know. And thanks to you I'm late for class now," Nicolas said, resigned. "You think I don't? I'm too late. Ah! Hell, even five minutes late will not be allowed in.” The cyclist sighed. “Wow! Our lecturers at least have something in common. Professor Edward is also very disciplined with time.” Hearing the lecturer's name made the young man's brow furrowed. “Professor Edward? Edward Cullen?” "Yes. Why do you know the name of my class professor?” Nicolas was surprised, his gut feeling immediately thought that perhaps this man would also be in the same class as him. "Could it be you, a student majoring in business strategy?"

I said sharply as I flipped through the pages of the book, and saw scary werewolves. “What I am trying to say is that there is this man who had an interview in the college, and we heard that he would be replacing Mr. Jones. And guess what, he is strikingly hot, and handsome.” Stacy informed me, in a tone of excitement. “Mr. Jones is gone!” That was my favorite Professor as he was the one teaching us history. Now, I just had to get prepared for school to take a look at who had just replaced the one Professor who could resonate with me in terms of history.

Or was it because he saw that I wasn't paying attention to his lectures while he was teaching since I was busy chit-chatting with my best friend, Kate? ”Sure.. Mr Collins," I said with a slight trace of nervousness in my voice as I stood up and everywhere suddenly became quiet like a graveyard. It seemed as if everyone in the lecture hall had their eyes and attention on me. Gosh, I am feeling more nervous now. I don't even know what I want to say but here goes nothing. “Alright go on, enlighten us on the concept of evolution. We are waiting." The prof said in a witty manner. I have always said that Mr Collins looks so young to be a professor. I don't know his age but from his looks I can gue

With a fond smile playing across her face, she said, "Lily's amazing, in short. She's the wilder one among the two of us." Nelly leaned back with a smile. "I'd like to meet her, though; she sounds fun." Their conversation, however, was interrupted as the professor walked into the lecture hall. Scarlett and Nelly exchanged a glance, stifling their laughter at the professor, and refocused their attention on the academic proceedings. The professor, a seasoned educator with a no-nonsense demeanor, took center stage at the front of the lecture hall. The rustling of papers and the low hum of student conversations gradually faded as everyone turned their attention to him.

Jared’s presentation was tomorrow and I needed sleep, for my peace of mind. *** “You know what you have to do...” Professor Alma adjusted his tie, almost acting like a mother. Even if she didn’t talk a lot, she had contributed heavily to his work, offering her expert opinion when needed and sharing her dissertations with him. Even if he was a professor, he was young enough to be her child which was why it seemed so cute when she patted his suit and wiped it down, picking up invisible lint. I had to admit, he looked absolutely dashing. His face alone could bring us home the award if they wanted but he was more than a pretty face.