ครู Romane & Geschichten

The worst part was he shared the same name with her dead father, Derek Goodman. “Take your seat everyone,” professor Kare said as he walked into the class with his laptop bag swung on his shoulder. He took the bag off his shoulder and placed it on the desk in front of him, and started bringing out the materials for their class while the students moved around noisily to take a seat. When he was done with setting up the projector and sound system made available to teach the Eastwood College, year one faculty of arts students, he gave out a loud clap to stop them from chattering.

shouted Sutrisno, hoping that Tukijo would quickly finish discussing the problem. "Okay, I am sorry." Tukijo closed the classroom door again and took a marker to continue his discussion on the blackboard. He explained formula after formula until the friends in front of him really understood. 3 minutes later. Cheklik! Someone opened the classroom door. Behind the door, a man was seen wearing a green and brown service suit carrying a black bag on his shoulder. He is Mr. Fuad (Mathematics Teacher). "Wow! Are you guys still studying?" he said.

Tsk. "Okay class, good morning to you all. I'm sure you already know about your two new classmates so there's no need to waste time. I'm Rhimean Grind, Ranger of the Warriors or should I say, the Chief of Warriors and I will be your professor on Earth Science, English Literature and Vocabulary, also Basic Mathematics for the whole school year. I will also be with you in all your training here at the academy with the other warriors so you can get used to it. Any questions?"

The person who sent seventeen readings calls on a Wednesday morning in June. Their name is Clara. She is thirty eight years old. She is a teacher in a secondary school in a northern city, and she has been carrying something alone for eight years that has nothing to do with financial methodology or criminal architecture or any of the specific content the archive documents. She lost a student.

an elderly couple who had been eyeing Ruby and whispering from before turned up to be the first ones to engage in a coversation, Ruby prepared herself. "Ah, Mr and Mrs Walter, so nice to see you. Meet my lovely girlfriend, Ruby Ramirez," he offered to them with a wide smile. They shook hands and Ruby only smiled at them at a complete loss for words. "So, what is your line of work?" Mrs Walter asked. "Oh.. I..", Ruby looked at Travis, confused if she should tell them the lie grandma knew about or the real thing. But he gave an approving glance. "I'm a graphic designer."

"You have anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view of my butt?" "Giving me ideas, are you?" He arched an eyebrow. "As I told you, I live here-" "School isn't over yet!" I snapped. "But my classes are." When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued, "I'm a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don't have classes all day. Either morning sessions or afternoon ones and I'm done for the day. So then, your place or mine?" My jaw hit the pavement...retracted back...and then I exploded.

I had a worst hangover ever. "Jess, wake up, look, the new professor is here!" Hannah woke me up from my day-dream again. Seriously, I need to stop doing that! Oh God, no. Please no! No. It can't be! No! "Hello everyone, I am Mike Dupont, your new Latin teacher. I hope we will understand perfectly." He smiled like he smiled to me the other day and you could hear quiet moaning sounds coming from every girl in this class. What is he doing here? Who is this guy?

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"