It's Gonna be a Long Day {Open to all Students}

[aphrodite]

Aphrodite was honestly surprised that she was able to get this job. Well, that was a bit of a lie. She knew she'd get hired, but being approved to teach sex ed? So many people were uptight these days, and it seemed that they preferred to tell kids that sex was the biggest of sins and make it completely forbidden. Well, that simply wasn't going to happen here. Granted, she wasn't going to tell the kids to go out and spread their legs for anyone and everyone they saw. She didn't need competition. She wanted to keep her job. But, she was going to educate these poor sheltered souls, and ensure they made a smart decision should they choose to engage in adult matters.

Still, it concerned her. Just how sheltered were these kids? It'd be a complete disaster if they came in and knew absolutely nothing. She wanted to help, not have to go into every gory detail for those people who had missed the "birds and bees" talk with their parents. Still, if it came to it, she would. After all, no one could say that Aphrodite didn't know a thing or two about intra-personal relations of a physical nature. It was kind of her specialty. She believed she'd be fully prepared to answer any questions that were thrown at her. Provided that she got a chatty, curious bunch.

Luckily, today wouldn't be terribly intensive. "Getting to know you" sorts of exercises so the kids would get more comfortable with one another. Yes, it was going to be awkward discussing such a private matter with a group of 20 to 30 other people. They'd have to get used to it if they wanted to get through this course. She wasn't going to beat around the bush and sugarcoat things like their parents probably would. Hopefully they'd appreciate a more "no holds barred" approach. Because ready or not, here it came. Flicking her gaze to the clock, Aphrodite pulled herself to her feet and moved around to the front of her desk, leaning against it and waiting for her first class to arrive.

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It seemed like Humperdinck spent a good amount of his time at Tintagel staring in horror at something or other, which was embarrassing to start with. He was usually so very good at appearing cool under pressure, but this place was just so far out of his comfort zone that he simply could not, and would not, tolerate it.

Today? Well, it appeared to be a simple classroom, but he knew better. It was a clearly a special spot in Hell that they usually reserved for child molesters and people who talked in the theatre, and somehow there had been the dreadful mistake that sent him here. How was it possible that his sincere and desperate pleas were powerless to prevent him from having to look for a classroom where someone was going to teach him…sexual education? Even the name of the class sounded…it just sounded wrong, okay? Like it was the sort of thing one of the ladies of the night would be taking, and he was, as you can imagine, far from one of those! So what was he even doing here?

Oh right, because his bloody Evil Stepmother (E.S for short; the nickname was, up until she told him that he had to take this class, merely a force of habit and not an indication of his stepmother’s moral compass, which Humperdinck had little room to be judging anyway) refused to take no for an answer. She kept talking about how he was going to have to produce heir at some point, so it was best that he had all his facts straight. As if he really cared about that. When that dreadful time came, he wanted to just get it over with. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to keep his fiancée alive long enough to produce heir anyway. So it was really all a waste of time.

Unfortunately, the fallout of telling his E.S. of his plans would probably have been even worse than taking this class, so he was, sadly, trapped. The one time he didn’t anticipate it, too! He had even considered just skipping the class, but it would appear that his E.S. was just growing more and more evil, and was going to be making sure she got records of his bloody attendance. It was insulting, is what it was, like she didn’t trust him! Whether she was right or not was hardly the point.

All right, you will grin and bear this…okay, more like you will grimace and trying your damnedest to not throw up, yes, that sounds more accurate, he coached himself as he walked into the classroom, all but visibly wincing as he did so. The first thing he saw was a woman leaning against the desk and he could only assume that meant she was the one teaching the course. That was another thing he had an issue with about this school in general; naturally he had had tutors, but he could threaten them. It didn’t seem to go over as well with teachers who weren’t considered servants. That was just uncivilized as far as he was concerned. And this one? She actually seemed particularly certain of her position, it was enough to make him sick.

Well, he wasn’t about to start any idle chit chat now, so he just took his seat, feeling a bit like he would be thrust into a battlefield any moment now.

[blondie]

It was time for Rapunzel to jump into classes, and her first one was... today. Oh boy, she swallowed, her eyes wide and mouth gawking at her list of classes. It turns out that closing your eyes and just checking random boxes to decide your class choices was not the best way to go about it. She’d just been so excited about learning that she jumped ahead blindly... literally. And now, she’d apparently signed herself up for -- “Yikes.” -- sexual education.

What did this mean? She knew the gist of -- [/i]that[/i] -- from reading, but she certainly had no idea what all of it did or how it all, er, worked. And she really had no desire to think about it, nor would her mother approve if she knew. Of course, that fact maaaaaaaybe part of the reason she was still signed up for it. All the same, her heart was pounding like a spastic drummer on caffeine as she walked down the hall, looking for the classroom door.

Sexual education. Sex ed... What were they going to talk about? What was there to talk about for a whole semester? The -- that -- goes inside the -- you know. That’s it. Right? Rapunzel shuddered. How was she going to participate in this class if she couldn’t even say -- those?

“I can do this. I can do this.”

Rapunzel had psyched herself out before for more. After all, leaving her tower was a pretty big deal, right? Well, maybe. No. It was definitely nothing compared to this. Nervously, she crumpled the class paper’s edges in her hand. There was nothing to it, right? She had to sit in her chair and stare at the teacher. Or not at the teacher, because then she might be expected to talk, right? It was rude to stare anyway. So she could just look at the board. Or the inside of her book.

She hesitated at the door, holding her breath and closing her eyes. This was it. Gah, her mother was going to--- no. No. One foot crossed the threshold, then the other, and suddenly, she was in class.

With only one other student.

And he was male.

This would not end well.