The professor seemed to show enthusiasm over the accomplishment of his task.

The professor didn't seem to have heard her.

The professor seemed to shrink back in his chair, collapsing like an automobile tire when the air is let out.

For a second or two, the professor seemed to ponder her remark, examining it from one angle and then another.

Few, if any, professors seem to have left a mark on him, or he on them.

The professor seemed to have a knack for it.

"Well, nobody knows for sure," Roosevelt answered, "but the professors seem to think so."

Next to Google, a professor may seem like a hoary vessel of knowledge indeed.

Indeed, as time passed on, the professor seemed to become more and more inaccessible.

Both the professor and the prostitute seem to have gone beyond the limits defined by her profession.