X Teacher Novels & Stories

He was talking in a very funny way pausing long in between his words. Addressing the whole class, he continued, "Your section name expansion is XI – the grade you are in, B denotes Biology group, E denotes English medium of instruction and the subscript 1 denotes you are the top layer of students in terms of marks. All the class groups are separated in terms of the marks they have scored in their X grade. All of you, in this class, have scored 960 and above in your tenth grade. You will be trained to appear for your HSC exams by very experienced teachers who have produced only hundred-per cent-scorers so far. You are our institution's asset. So, be responsible, study well and score high mark

I want to have it memorized but Julie, the tutor, said that there's no shame in using my notes. I had been studying for several days now, spending so long going through workbooks that I had pushed off my physical training. Initially, on day one, I had gone to warm up with Xavier. The sight of him in a tank top and shorts was distracting to say the least. He explained that his usual warm up would differ from the one he was going to be showing me. I was sweating and aching by the end of it, and I have a feeling he went easy on me. Then the tutor showed up with books so big that I asked Xavier to focus on one thing at a time. He, of course, was more than understanding.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

“It’s only the beginning of the session. There’s no need for teachers to start acting like disciplinary tyrants this early. At least give us a few weeks to settle in first.” The teacher’s head snapped up, her eyes zeroing in on Xavier. “Excuse me? What was that?” Xavier’s face went pale as he realized he’d been overheard. “Nothing, ma’am. I was just…” “I heard what you said,” the teacher interrupted coldly. “And I don’t appreciate students questioning my teaching methods or calling me a tyrant.” Before I could stop myself, a small chuckle escaped my lips at Xavier’s predicament. It was just a quiet snort really, barely audible.

I know what next I'm in for, as he dumps it on his desk, falling into his chair. “Take your seat” Thane says, while pointing towards the chair before him. He takes his time unwinding, while I get myself comfortable, before he lifts his posture, gazing straight into my eyes. “Your posture, countenance and stride, weren't great” he notes. “Your pace, great, but needs improvement” he evaluates. “So later tonight, I'd get to teach you that” he says, and I nod through it all. Thane nod back at me, with a care, i so clearly can see in his eyes. He turns to his left, picking a palmtop his has laying there. Turning it on, he swipes through for a minute, before he hands it in.

“Really? Xiao is the reason of Xander’s departure?” “But hey, the semester isn’t over yet! Is he seriously gonna drop his subjects?” “He has money anyway. Studying isn’t a problem.” “Wah! He’s my favourite varsity player! How come!” “Xiao’s such a bitch.” “Well, that’s a fact. We shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” “Freaking bitch indeed.”

Feeling that she didn’t deserve that title yet, she was quick to reply, “Um… You’re all highly respected professors, so feel free to just call me Xavia.” “But Mr. Burton is our teacher! Compared to him, we are nowhere near as highly respected as you think we are. With that said, it’s only right for us to call you that.”

The waiter smiles before leaving. I drop on the chair confusing they were only two when they are three of us. A familiar scent engulfs me, then Xavier appears out of the blue taking a sit opposite me. He is wearing a blue T-shirt and a blue jeans making me doubt we are here to meet a client. "There's no client is there." I scowl. "Nope." He pops the 'p' just like I like to. Is he trying to copy me or what. "Why am I here." I ask trying not to show how curious I was.

She whispered. I sighed and shut my eyes. What have I gotten myself into again? I was about to reply but Mr. Tan is already inside. Past seniors have had some problem with this teacher because he is said and known to be a terror one. Seniors almost didn’t graduate because they failed his subject and they had to pass a special project in order to compensate for their grades and finally graduate.