Novel & Cerita Professeur

“It’s good to have multiple outlets. Art can be isolating sometimes.” “Is that why you became a professor?” I asked. “To be less isolated?” He considered this as he stirred the sauce. “Partly. Teaching forces me to engage with the world in ways I’d normally avoid.” He gave a lopsided, self-deprecating smile. “Though my colleagues would probably tell you I still don’t engage enough.” ‘Professor Julia seems to think you engage just fine.’ I thought to myself. “The sauce is almost ready. Would you mind setting the table? Plates are in the cabinet.”

I claimed and stood my ground. “Prince Benedict, Mr. Franklin and Mr. Finn Quinn, please stop harassing my new student,” Someone said from behind us the four of us look at that direction to reveal a black haired man with white strands and wrinkles on his face despite looking old he still had a good build. “Good morning, Miss Revington! You are my new student here in Cambridge University under the business management department. You will be attending a semester from me but you can stay as long as you want. I am Professor Sebastian and I look forward to working with you this one semester,” he said as I stood dumbfounded in front of him.

I don’t think I have a good grip on my anger with what’s been happening lately. Once the professor came in, more students have already trickled into the room and the introductions flowed smoothly. The professor was a he, most likely in his mid 40s. He had greying hair, a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, connected to thin chain connected to it that trailed around the back of his neck. After dropping what little things he brought into the class onto the desk reserved for him, he took out a board marker and started writing down what I assumed is his name, “Prof. Walter”

' Her mother was working as a saleswoman, she hardly had time for unnecessary calls. "Mrs Bankolé." Oh, okay maybe she was one percent less sure now. Mrs Bankolé was one of the amebo (ah-meh-bo) teachers who practically hunted for gist, apart from her being the pregnant biology teacher, she was also a serious gossiper. The type that could leave the class she was teaching to go and watch as a student and teacher fought in the other classroom.

There will always be something missing. "Good morning, class." My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I heard that baritone voice. All my classmates stopped what they're doing. I quickly stood to join them in greeting him. A tall and lean guy was standing in front of the teacher's table. His hair was fixed in a clean manner. He was leaning his butt on the teacher's table while both of his arms were crossed on his chest. I stood properly. There have been murmurs around my classmates, while prof was just looking at us. I bowed my head a little to avoid his gaze. For some reason, I don't like meeting the professor's gaze. I feel like they're gonna chew me dead.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

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."

Chapter 3 Scheid's POV "Is it really okay with you, sir, to add another student to your class? I heard that your five calculus classes are full because of the number of students transferring to your class. Well, it seems like I haven't heard any complaints from you..." said Mr. Grospe, the sixty-two-year-old head of Mathematics department. A tall and chubby professor who you might mistake for Santa Claus because of his thick and white beard.

I rolled my eyes inwardly. Tumingin ako sa harapan at nakita ko ang prof ko na may hawak na libro habang naka sandal sa teacher's desk. He's in mid 40's I guess. Wearing a gray slacks and a white polo shirt he doesn't look appealing compared to Elijah. Hindi naman siya mukhang masungit at mahigpit pero I'm not quite sure.

She had clearly heard the amusement in the professor's voice. "What we are going to do is master them by heart, so when your pupils or students ask about it. You will know what to answer. And most importantly, you will know how to teach it." Feeling at ease despite the incident with the bitches, her lips curve in a smile. She loved kids. That's why she was here. "But before that. I want to introduce myself." He turned to walk towards the whiteboards. Nice butt. Sinclair! Nicholas Stafford VI, Ph.D. in Education. Major in World Literature and Natural Science.