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She nodded and went in. He went in a few seconds after her. Cora was waving her hand at Diana, letting her know she saved her seat for her. Diana smiled at her and went to set down her things. The students went quiet once they saw the middle-aged man come in and stayed in the middle, setting his things on the table. “Is that the Professor? I expected him to be an old guy.” Although a lot of professors nowadays are young, it would still be common to see older people as professors. Usually, doctors who have retired from working at the hospital would accept teaching jobs or work at the clinics. But there are others who work at the hospital and teach students as w

, Dae asked panting, standing at the door. The professor was writing something on the board. " You can stay out. I don't entertain late comers in my class.", he said without turning his head. He was concentrated in the problem he was writing on the board. Dae thought the Professor had a bit weird accent. Maybe because he is actually a Korean.

Harold saw sadness. Something, or rather, someone, must have pushed the professor into doing all that he had done to him and his friends—Wilkes and Trisha. ‘Something terrible’, Harold thought, ‘Perhaps, Francis.’ Harold also noticed that his professor was getting old. He had fading pupils which were once hazel coloured, greying bald hair and a wrinkling face and that made Harold wonder even more why the Professor had done what he did, but there was no way he could ask at that moment, lest he blew his chances of learning from him.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

“Don’t.” I wish she could talk to me about it, but we’re in the classroom, and the professor might arrive at any time. But, just as I anticipated, a loud, clearing throat resounds across the classroom. Everyone shuts their mouths, followed by a deadly silence. Our attention gets drawn to the front, where a sophisticated, sexy, and attractive young professor in a black shirt and pants stands by the grand piano. He now has a pair of black-framed glasses on. The most awaited man has finally arrived. “Good morning. I’m Professor Julian Sebastian...”

I didn't speak any more and just waited for our professor to come to that subject. I was busy talking to Lexy on Messenger. I was even laughing because of the conversation between the two of us, only to be interrupted when I felt Brandon gently elbow me, which made me look up at him. "What?" I asked him, frowning. He shook his head, and I just realized that the whole class was silent. I looked at the front and saw a professor entering there. Our professor is a man, and I think he is in his mid-fifties. He looked around the whole class until our eyes met.

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

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.

“How’s the new professor?” I groaned and rubbed my temples. “Awful so far. Professor Stevens is old, stuffy, and a complete stickler for the rules. Her lectures are long and boring, and I swear she’s trying to kill her students with work.” “That bad, huh?” Tina winced sympathetically as she took a bite of her chicken salad sandwich.

"Hmm… I'm not too sure either. Maybe you should ask Professor Black." Professor Black is one of the most popular young professors at our school. At 26, with blond hair and a sharp, handsome face, he has the kind of looks that catches everyone's attention. Known for his warm, gentle personality, he always wears a crisp white suit that gives him a polished, almost elegant look. He seems to have a certain glow when he stands in the sunlight, which is probably why so many people in the school admire him. I hesitated, then said, "I don't know, but I always feel the way Professor Black looked at me is a little... strange."