Romans & histoires Professor Merrythought

The senior students felt pity for the girl cause after she left the board for all to see, it was wrong cause it was the question that the professor has solved for them three days ago while he threw insults at them because they had failed to solve it on their own. Professor Smith laughed mockingly. "So are you the one that wants to make academia proud?" He asked, his voice laced with jest "What is your name?" He asked. "M..m..m..my name is Meredith," She said stammering with fear "Meredith Tremblay, you can call me Merry." She added, shivering under the gaze of the professor. "I solved this question three days ago, the board was filled up with the answer but here we are, the great academician

I'm no stranger to grief and I know how badly it can affect a human. It took me about an hour to fully get ready, and when I got to the college, part of the class was already filled up with students waiting to be taught. “Good morning miss Elara,” they all echoed and I smiled. It was always a pleasure teaching fresh men. That's until they get to higher levels and decide to be possessed by college madness. Speaking of madness — Not now, Elara. I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back.

I gulp and look to my right side, I slap my forehead lightly because I forgot that I don’t have seatmates right now. Kyle and Zein Rose, my usual seatmates in this class, are absent today, so I am alone here at the last row of chairs. “MISS VILLARAZA!” yelled by an irritated voice. I shift my eyes to look in front, where the voice comes from. There, I see Professor Guevarra smiling at me, but, if you will look in her eyes, you can see the displeasure in it. Her smile can deceive anyone but not me. I can easily read her. She is a cunning professor in the university.

I raised my palms and felt like I had spoken a little louder. The professor must have heard me because she stopped talking and her crystal blue eyes found me. She made a few steps towards our desk, her back slightly bent, showing the weight of her old age. When her pale, wrinkled lips moved, she pointed her bony finger at me and gave a faint smile. “That is quite correct, miss Keller. Leave the chit-chats for after class. Steven King is not someone you want to miss. It might hunt you later if you do.” Professor Miller joked, removing my sheepish mood instantly.

But his mind kept drifting to Aria. “So,” one of the older lecturers, Professor Morris, said when the HOD paused, “speaking of external reviews. Are they still sending those anonymous student surveys about teaching?” He smirked. “Asking for a friend who’s been mentoring very enthusiastic advisees.” A couple of people chuckled at the word mentoring. “Careful now, Morris,” someone else muttered. “You’ll end up on a poster.” Morris put a hand to his chest in mock horror. “Heaven forbid,” he said. “I’m far too old to be anyone’s crush.”

she said as the tiredness disappeared from my body, I hastily sat up not believing my ears. "Are you serious, I'm doomed then, what am I going to do now?" I asked already visioning a carryover in the course, professor Deji is one of the most feared lecturer in our department who doesn't waste time in giving students unmerited carryover, he is the devil's incarnate himself "I don't know, I've been thinking about it too" Cherry said obviously out of idea. "Anyway we will see tomorrow" I said before disconnecting the call.

Joseph looked and saw that female professors are present too. "There are 8 professors in Total lectures within them 5 are married so the remaining three could have a chance to be My Cinderella. But how will i know aghhh" He hold his hairs. "Arghh now there's time for the class let's message her and take some information" Jospeh quickly open the chat and message her. #Chat "What do you do? Student? Profesor? Or else Job?" Jospeh stopped message. After a minute, reply comes

Her dark long hair was tied to the back, showing off her features and her intimidating blue eyes. "I wasn't staring," I said . Lena raised a brow. "Sure. And I wasn't just watching Xavier practically destroy his opponent." At the mention of his name, my eyes shifted to the center of the field. The professor was sparring with another elite student, his movements were precise. He moved like a shadow, as he effortlessly dodged strikes before countering with speed. "Why do you students call him by his name?" I asked. "You mean Xavier?" "Yes.... he's your professor, I thought we should address him as such." I continued.