There was a time that Mr. Smith taught very good english lessons. Those were the days, he thought. Those where the days that held meaning to his life. Not so much anymore.
As he walked through the corridors of the his school, he felt his life slowly slip away.
CAL Blackwell
Tell me what to do
what to think, and say
maybe some of my thoughts will be displaced
but I struggle to hold to knowledge
and make it mine. mine. mine.
tell me what to think.
fz
I rolled my eyes. “You’re an instructor; I get that. But, since I’ve heard just about enough of your instruction, I think I’m just gonna skip the lecture and go do what I do best,”
“You’re not read-”
She whipped around, the fire in her eyes threatening to consume him and his precious texts. “You don’t KNOW me, Wes; You don’t even WANT too,” she laughed then, the sound bitter and cold. “I get that you lost your precious Shadow Walker but I lost my MOM,” her voice broke and she hated herself for it. “And you know what the worst part is? Its that, if you just stopped missing her for a SECOND, you’d realize I can do this, that I was BORN to do it. That, no, maybe I’m NOT her, but I’m HERS, and that’s ENOUGH,”
“And inhale. Exhale.” The yoga instructor told us. Elliot giggled. “Shhhh.” Said the woman behind us. It was our first day at Branch Out Yoga Center. Our counselor had recommended it after talking to us. It was supposed to ‘calm us down and put us in the right frame of mind.’ As if!!!
No One6
“No! Again!
I grumbled to myself as I trudged back up the hill, the snow threatening to slide me back to the bottom. James stood at the top, tapping his foot.
“Really? That was your best effort?”
“I’m trying, ok? I’m a beginner!”
“I know that. I just don’t always have such uselessly uncoordinated beginners.”
I blushed furiously under my ski mask and pushed off down the hill again, only to land on my backside once more.
“Teach me”, the voice whispered
Following the voice, as it whispered more, saying; “Guide me instructor, lead me, use me as a vessel, cloak me in warmth and feel the light that’s within me”, moving closer now to the voice a sudden feeling of possessiveness took over, whispering back; “give it all to me my pupil, lay back, let go and surrender, take heed of my instructions and let me lead the way…”
lee
The instructor walked into the classroom. “Not a promising looking group” she thought. This was her first time teaching a night class and she wasn’t sure what to expect. Some of these people looked like they were remedial.
Michelle M
Someone who teaches. Someone who instructs. Someone who cares about teaching others about what they know, and what they should know. This type of person builds the blocks of society, and has pupils who lay them. Who are strict or lenient, kind or mean, from all walks of life. They are educated, smart, and well-versed in their respective fields.
Dan
teacher leader head bossy no good mean controlling tells you information authority young kid aea instruct counselor camp tennis name tag female coach
jul
He stared at me wildly as he gave the lecture. That soothing yet sensual voice filled my ears. He bit his lip as we made eye contact. We both knew it was wrong, but nothing could keep me from this intense feeling of aphrodisia. He was my instructor, and not even this God forsaken institutions could keep us apart.
brooklyn
An instructer instructs because that is who they are. Instructs the uninstructed an assistant.
matt
School, work, or other things. We owe everything to our instructors.
Instructor: we owe so much to them.n They are the pillars of our education. Without them, we are going nowhere and won’t know anything.
She opened up her binder, looked for her agenda.
“We have some homework to do.” She said.
“Oh it’s fine, we could finish them when we get home.” her friend Adriana said.
“But we can’t go. We have homework to do.” Sara said.
“Ok fine don’t come with me. I’m leaving you.” She said walking away.
Sara went home by herself. She is fine not going with her friend Adriana. She went on with her homework, read, and she found out they are going to have a Biology test tomorrow. It’s late now. She can’t call Adriana. She was worried. She can’t do anything right now.
The best lullabies. Sleeping during class is the easiest thing ever.
Jc
The instructor had to stifle a laugh when he saw what his student had done. Rarely did anyone so poorly understand the very basics of the job, that they could do even the simplest task so wrongly. He almost felt guilty about getting paid for this.
tonykeyesjapan
She took her bow and pulled. He stood back and watched. She concentrated on that bulls eye. She released and hit the mark. Her face lit up and ran to him giving him a hug.
Who can do it? Not just anyone. It takes a special sort of person. I can tell you what to do, show you what to do, or simply do it for you. But I can only do so much. You must want to do it for yourself.
D'Ette Marceaux
L’instructeur. J’entends la musique en francais maintenant. Donc, je pense en francais. J’écrit en francais. Ma vie, c’est francaise.
The sexy instructor came up to me and asked me to grab his hair, get the scissors and chop his mullet off. “ABOUT TIME!”, I yelled, grabbing the scissors. Out of excitement I sliced his ear off accidentally. “Accidentally” is what I tell people. He was truly a sexy van gough.
dana
The instructor entered the room but looked completely puzzled. Where were all the students? She knew that she was in the right place but where did everyone go? She couldn’t have imagine the real story as to where they all went but the blinking light in the back of the room might be just the clue she needed.
Jenn Temple
Instuctor is someone who directs you on what is right and wrong. An example of an insturctor is a teacher, a coach, or a boss. These people take on the role of trying to help you reach to the nect level in life.
Logan
I pulled the cord. It would not release. “Fuck!” I turned
to my instructor, ” Are we going to die?” He nodded and told me to
enjoy the ride.
She taught me well. My fingers transcribed the vernacular
of my mind. Thought is no longer foreign. As a student of learning,
she taught me to think, to analyze, to be.
He was a jack of all trades, an instructor of life. The world was his course and we were just along for the ride as he told us of the deserts he crossed and the rivers he swam. I sat, listening to his stories with eager ears. He was a traveler with so much to teach.
Simone
2 minutes ago
An instructor, a mentor will rise out of the darkened remains of civilization. Leaders will be formed who will one day destroy the shadow that rests over our land. It will be a day of rejoicing. The instructor will come with fire etched into his conscience echoed by swirls in his skin recognized only by the chosen.
An instructor, a mentor will rise out of the darkened remains of civilization. Leaders will be formed who will one day destroy the shadow that rests over our land. It will be a day of rejoicing. The instructor will come with fire on etched into his conscience echoed by swirls in his skin recognized only by the chosen.
the instructor leaned in close to watch his student, noting how she kept her form throughout the entirety of the song. he praised her highly, giving her a small nod and a quick smile before moving on to the next dance. she counted it as a victory, if not a small one.
‘Instructor. Such an interesting word,’ Janna thought to herself. ‘What exactly is an Instructor? Someone who instructs you to do something. Yes. But that’s not a ‘teacher”.
Making up her mind, she turned to Matthew and said, “Matthew, I do not accept your title as ‘Instructor’. You are not ‘instructing’ me to do something. You are sharing knowledge, you are teaching. Perhaps you could use ‘educator’ or ‘professor’.” She smiled, satisfied with her observations.
“Thank you, Janna. I’ll keep that in mind. And once again, please call me Mr. Tanner; not Matthew. Take your seat.” Not for the first time that morning, Matt wondered why he had taken the job at the Gifted and Talented school.
My instructor told me I needed more work, so I took his carving knife and carved his face into a jack-o-lantern. He’ll never be able to critique my great work again.
Devin
The instructor who took care of the fifth grade class this year was a stocky, stubbled, and bespectacled twenty-four-year-old man who had once been a high school classmate of mine. I was the assistant principal at that time – the youngest ever hired in the history of the district, in fact – and found it quite interesting how he avoided eye contact with me. When his first evaluation came up, he sat at the table across from me, staring at the floor.
Belinda Roddie
The things that could be said, best left unwritten. Just done.
a teacher or someone who holds a class or a mentor or a coach. These people make a difference in other uneducated peoples lives. They share their expertise with someone who has little knowledge of the subject. These people don’t have to be in a formal setting or classroom to teach.
michelle
‘Brake!’ The instructor’s voice jammed itself into my left eardrum. Slightly deafened, and shaking badly, I tried to restart the now stalled car.
‘Take it out of gear’. I muttered something apologetic and turned a bright red.
Angus Rose
The instructor helped me with my desk. It was from the ikea, but still, I didn’t understand a thing about it. He helped me very well. He was strond, handy, hansome too! He laughed me out.
Me
The instructor sneered over her clipboard. “That’s the point,” she nearly spat. “You pass, you fail… that’s life. Now stop complaining.”
Teacher: someone who is able to give guidance and advice to better a students knowledge. I think that an instructor could refer to anyone helping out another person, as in giving a task or explaining how to do something. Instructors are vital to our world today because they offer new insight or ideas.
Bailey Baxter
My instructor came into class today very angry because no one in the last 3 periods had written their essay correctly.
Instructor is a teacher or leader
There was a time that Mr. Smith taught very good english lessons. Those were the days, he thought. Those where the days that held meaning to his life. Not so much anymore.
As he walked through the corridors of the his school, he felt his life slowly slip away.
Tell me what to do
what to think, and say
maybe some of my thoughts will be displaced
but I struggle to hold to knowledge
and make it mine. mine. mine.
tell me what to think.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re an instructor; I get that. But, since I’ve heard just about enough of your instruction, I think I’m just gonna skip the lecture and go do what I do best,”
“You’re not read-”
She whipped around, the fire in her eyes threatening to consume him and his precious texts. “You don’t KNOW me, Wes; You don’t even WANT too,” she laughed then, the sound bitter and cold. “I get that you lost your precious Shadow Walker but I lost my MOM,” her voice broke and she hated herself for it. “And you know what the worst part is? Its that, if you just stopped missing her for a SECOND, you’d realize I can do this, that I was BORN to do it. That, no, maybe I’m NOT her, but I’m HERS, and that’s ENOUGH,”
“And inhale. Exhale.” The yoga instructor told us. Elliot giggled. “Shhhh.” Said the woman behind us. It was our first day at Branch Out Yoga Center. Our counselor had recommended it after talking to us. It was supposed to ‘calm us down and put us in the right frame of mind.’ As if!!!
“No! Again!
I grumbled to myself as I trudged back up the hill, the snow threatening to slide me back to the bottom. James stood at the top, tapping his foot.
“Really? That was your best effort?”
“I’m trying, ok? I’m a beginner!”
“I know that. I just don’t always have such uselessly uncoordinated beginners.”
I blushed furiously under my ski mask and pushed off down the hill again, only to land on my backside once more.
“Teach me”, the voice whispered
Following the voice, as it whispered more, saying; “Guide me instructor, lead me, use me as a vessel, cloak me in warmth and feel the light that’s within me”, moving closer now to the voice a sudden feeling of possessiveness took over, whispering back; “give it all to me my pupil, lay back, let go and surrender, take heed of my instructions and let me lead the way…”
The instructor walked into the classroom. “Not a promising looking group” she thought. This was her first time teaching a night class and she wasn’t sure what to expect. Some of these people looked like they were remedial.
Someone who teaches. Someone who instructs. Someone who cares about teaching others about what they know, and what they should know. This type of person builds the blocks of society, and has pupils who lay them. Who are strict or lenient, kind or mean, from all walks of life. They are educated, smart, and well-versed in their respective fields.
teacher leader head bossy no good mean controlling tells you information authority young kid aea instruct counselor camp tennis name tag female coach
He stared at me wildly as he gave the lecture. That soothing yet sensual voice filled my ears. He bit his lip as we made eye contact. We both knew it was wrong, but nothing could keep me from this intense feeling of aphrodisia. He was my instructor, and not even this God forsaken institutions could keep us apart.
An instructer instructs because that is who they are. Instructs the uninstructed an assistant.
School, work, or other things. We owe everything to our instructors.
Instructor: we owe so much to them.n They are the pillars of our education. Without them, we are going nowhere and won’t know anything.
She opened up her binder, looked for her agenda.
“We have some homework to do.” She said.
“Oh it’s fine, we could finish them when we get home.” her friend Adriana said.
“But we can’t go. We have homework to do.” Sara said.
“Ok fine don’t come with me. I’m leaving you.” She said walking away.
Sara went home by herself. She is fine not going with her friend Adriana. She went on with her homework, read, and she found out they are going to have a Biology test tomorrow. It’s late now. She can’t call Adriana. She was worried. She can’t do anything right now.
The best lullabies. Sleeping during class is the easiest thing ever.
The instructor had to stifle a laugh when he saw what his student had done. Rarely did anyone so poorly understand the very basics of the job, that they could do even the simplest task so wrongly. He almost felt guilty about getting paid for this.
She took her bow and pulled. He stood back and watched. She concentrated on that bulls eye. She released and hit the mark. Her face lit up and ran to him giving him a hug.
“You’re the best instructor Philip!”
At that moment, he was in heaven.
Who can do it? Not just anyone. It takes a special sort of person. I can tell you what to do, show you what to do, or simply do it for you. But I can only do so much. You must want to do it for yourself.
L’instructeur. J’entends la musique en francais maintenant. Donc, je pense en francais. J’écrit en francais. Ma vie, c’est francaise.
The sexy instructor came up to me and asked me to grab his hair, get the scissors and chop his mullet off. “ABOUT TIME!”, I yelled, grabbing the scissors. Out of excitement I sliced his ear off accidentally. “Accidentally” is what I tell people. He was truly a sexy van gough.
The instructor entered the room but looked completely puzzled. Where were all the students? She knew that she was in the right place but where did everyone go? She couldn’t have imagine the real story as to where they all went but the blinking light in the back of the room might be just the clue she needed.
Instuctor is someone who directs you on what is right and wrong. An example of an insturctor is a teacher, a coach, or a boss. These people take on the role of trying to help you reach to the nect level in life.
I pulled the cord. It would not release. “Fuck!” I turned
to my instructor, ” Are we going to die?” He nodded and told me to
enjoy the ride.
“Un, deux. Un, deux. Alli, Pick up zhe pace!”
The ballet instructor was killing me. We were the only two left in the studio.
I saw the knife, and I took a chance.
Goodbye, Madame Bonnefoy.
its someone who telss you what to do.basically they have instructions and they telling you how to do it
She taught me well. My fingers transcribed the vernacular
of my mind. Thought is no longer foreign. As a student of learning,
she taught me to think, to analyze, to be.
He was a jack of all trades, an instructor of life. The world was his course and we were just along for the ride as he told us of the deserts he crossed and the rivers he swam. I sat, listening to his stories with eager ears. He was a traveler with so much to teach.
2 minutes ago
An instructor, a mentor will rise out of the darkened remains of civilization. Leaders will be formed who will one day destroy the shadow that rests over our land. It will be a day of rejoicing. The instructor will come with fire etched into his conscience echoed by swirls in his skin recognized only by the chosen.
An instructor, a mentor will rise out of the darkened remains of civilization. Leaders will be formed who will one day destroy the shadow that rests over our land. It will be a day of rejoicing. The instructor will come with fire on etched into his conscience echoed by swirls in his skin recognized only by the chosen.
The instructor stood at the front of the room, shuffling from foot to foot. He tweaked his nose, and pushed his glasses up the bridge.
the instructor leaned in close to watch his student, noting how she kept her form throughout the entirety of the song. he praised her highly, giving her a small nod and a quick smile before moving on to the next dance. she counted it as a victory, if not a small one.
‘Instructor. Such an interesting word,’ Janna thought to herself. ‘What exactly is an Instructor? Someone who instructs you to do something. Yes. But that’s not a ‘teacher”.
Making up her mind, she turned to Matthew and said, “Matthew, I do not accept your title as ‘Instructor’. You are not ‘instructing’ me to do something. You are sharing knowledge, you are teaching. Perhaps you could use ‘educator’ or ‘professor’.” She smiled, satisfied with her observations.
“Thank you, Janna. I’ll keep that in mind. And once again, please call me Mr. Tanner; not Matthew. Take your seat.” Not for the first time that morning, Matt wondered why he had taken the job at the Gifted and Talented school.
Cusp in truck
Creases the grip
At err’s smite
To call the bunt in idle.
My instructor told me I needed more work, so I took his carving knife and carved his face into a jack-o-lantern. He’ll never be able to critique my great work again.
The instructor who took care of the fifth grade class this year was a stocky, stubbled, and bespectacled twenty-four-year-old man who had once been a high school classmate of mine. I was the assistant principal at that time – the youngest ever hired in the history of the district, in fact – and found it quite interesting how he avoided eye contact with me. When his first evaluation came up, he sat at the table across from me, staring at the floor.
The things that could be said, best left unwritten. Just done.
a teacher or someone who holds a class or a mentor or a coach. These people make a difference in other uneducated peoples lives. They share their expertise with someone who has little knowledge of the subject. These people don’t have to be in a formal setting or classroom to teach.
‘Brake!’ The instructor’s voice jammed itself into my left eardrum. Slightly deafened, and shaking badly, I tried to restart the now stalled car.
‘Take it out of gear’. I muttered something apologetic and turned a bright red.
The instructor helped me with my desk. It was from the ikea, but still, I didn’t understand a thing about it. He helped me very well. He was strond, handy, hansome too! He laughed me out.
The instructor sneered over her clipboard. “That’s the point,” she nearly spat. “You pass, you fail… that’s life. Now stop complaining.”
Teacher: someone who is able to give guidance and advice to better a students knowledge. I think that an instructor could refer to anyone helping out another person, as in giving a task or explaining how to do something. Instructors are vital to our world today because they offer new insight or ideas.
My instructor came into class today very angry because no one in the last 3 periods had written their essay correctly.
Instructor is a teacher or leader