The Professor Novels & Stories

I inhaled sharply and forced myself back to why I was here. “Rumors say the coach for the college hockey team resigned following your employment,” I said carefully. “Some even say you were once a hockey legend yourself. There’s an upcoming tournament the team is preparing for, and they can’t do without a coach.” I paused, hoping my words had landed. Hoping he understood what I was really asking. “Do I have a choice?” he asked after a moment, his eyes locked onto mine. “You’re a teacher on campus,” I replied quickly. “You should care about your students. You should be present to guide them when they need help and you should…”

"The professor on stage with the silver hair is Professor Sean Song. He’s a titan in the academic world with forty years of experience. “One of the papers I sent you yesterday—he wrote it when he was sixty." His deep, smooth voice resonated in her ears. A strange shiver ran down her spine, but her focus remained on the people before her, her eyes gleaming with admiration. True knowledge had no limits. No matter one’s age, as long as they had the will to learn, the possibilities were endless. They stood close, speaking in hushed tones, lost in their conversation. What they didn’t realize was that from the moment they entered, many eyes in the room had already s

He had no right to do that to me, but I would be in a steeper mess if it reaches Aaron's ears. And as if the universe has conspired against me, someone announced his presence. Feeling humourous, the professor called me out in front of the class and introduced me to him. His eyes narrowed at the professor, but the latter continues without restraints. “ Guess who we have here,” he says to him, and slithered his hand around my back. “ Meet the writer of the best love letter I have read so far.” He glances at me, and instinctively checks his phone.

Even if it meant not being able to see him when I pleased. The door was pushed open, the sound of footsteps agaisnt the wood floors made me snap out of my head as I glanced towards the entrance, watching as The professor walks in elegantly. He takes him time to stroll up to me and I just gape at him in shock. For some reason I expected the professors to be old. His long frosty hair was braided into a low ponytail, his spectacles propped gently on the tip of his nose. His strong features were tight and stoic like that of a soldier's. I got up, feeling uneasy under his gaze.

“You know it’s not drugs but you didn’t speak out. You just let them embarrassed me and now you’re following me around? Geez, leave me alone!” He didn’t let her utter a word. He fastened his steps towards his classroom. He has a lot of things going on his mind and that nerd is making him more frustrated. “Mr. Calazar, you are early for tomorrow.” Mr. Pasyaw said to his professor is in his mid 40’s. He is one of the most strict professors on campus. Laughs echoed in the room. “And it looks like someone will lose his job today, Sir.” He smirked.

“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.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”

Professor Nathaniel Cross was a middle-aged man with slightly frizzy brown hair streaked with gray, sweater vests, and fancy little leather-bound books he said he used for ‘notes’ as he gave a presentation from them while our professor for the course manned a slide show. He was quirky, he was strange, he was absolutely fantastic, and knew what he was talking about. Was he in the know or was he just an enthusiast though? That was much harder to tell than you'd think when some people were obsessed with the idea of the supernatural. Halloween was more than enough to show that, but still. The professor spoke about things he’d have to have done his research on to g

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

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-