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Sex, Dating and Self-Confidence [Tuesday, Period 2]
Irene was perched neatly on her desk at the front of the room, smiling at the students as they filed in. "Good morning," she greeted them with a crisp smile, tossing off a little finger wave. "I hope we're all doing well today? I mean, it's only Tuesday. If things are going downhill already, I daresay it's going to be a hell of a week."
See, kids? She was the cool teacher. She swore. On the first day. And she was British.
"Anyway, welcome to Sex, Dating and Self-Confidence. My name's Irene Adler, which -- you know, I didn't go to school for this, so calling me 'professor' would be wildly entertaining but utterly false, I think, so please don't. In any case, I own and operate Dite's Decadent Delights in town, and if you know the sort of place that is, then you know I'm fairly well-suited to teaching this course. If you don't know the sort of place that is -- well. It's a sex shop. There's really no use in being coy about it, because I'm not here to flirt with you."
She smiled, trying for reassuring. "In fact, I find that there's generally entirely too much coyness already in most schools, on the subject of sex and interpersonal relationships. Either you're not educated at all, and that's no good, or you're given the barest basics on how to make a baby or avoid it -- let alone whether you want a baby, or even are attracted to the type of person with whom you could conceive a baby, or even are attracted to people at all. It's an awful lot of pressure at your age, isn't it? You've already got so bloody much to deal with, the very last thing you need is misinformation, or further confusion."
She clapped her hands briskly together. "So that's what we'll be covering in this class -- the first third is sex ed, which will be both comprehensive and, hopefully, not too embarrassing. The second third, we'll talk about dating, which I know is also quite the puzzle for some of you. And the last third, we'll spend on loving yourself, first -- that's the part that won't be summed up at the end of the class, probably. Bit of a lifelong process."
Irene hopped off her desk, going over to pluck up a box wrapped in expensive-looking turquoise paper. "This is a box for questions," she said, holding it up between her manicured hands. "I'd like for this classroom to be considered a space wherein all questions are respected and answered, but I understand that sometimes it can be a bit difficult to sound ignorant in front of your peers. So, if you have something you'd like to ask, but don't want to put a name to it, feel free to drop it in here and I'll answer it at the beginning of the next class."
She set the box aside, then turned back to the class. "Now -- I think introductions are in order, aren't they? We're all going to get to know each other quite well over this term, and my only rule in this class is that the atmosphere please remain respectful. The subject matter may seem silly, or embarrassing, but we're here to learn, right? And giggling at each other isn't going to help a damn thing."
She paused, and added, "Giggling is welcome in general, though. I mean, we're going to be talking about genitals, and if you don't giggle at least a little, I'll be very concerned."
Irene waved a hand at her own tangent. "Anyway. Introductions. Name, class, and why you're here." She curved a smile, and added, "You can pass on that last, if you're not comfortable giving specifics. And by all means, if there's something you'd like to cover, let me know and I'll work it into the syllabus. Oh! And if you'd like to be my teacher's assistant. I've always wanted one. At least, for as long as I've been a teacher."
See, kids? She was the cool teacher. She swore. On the first day. And she was British.
"Anyway, welcome to Sex, Dating and Self-Confidence. My name's Irene Adler, which -- you know, I didn't go to school for this, so calling me 'professor' would be wildly entertaining but utterly false, I think, so please don't. In any case, I own and operate Dite's Decadent Delights in town, and if you know the sort of place that is, then you know I'm fairly well-suited to teaching this course. If you don't know the sort of place that is -- well. It's a sex shop. There's really no use in being coy about it, because I'm not here to flirt with you."
She smiled, trying for reassuring. "In fact, I find that there's generally entirely too much coyness already in most schools, on the subject of sex and interpersonal relationships. Either you're not educated at all, and that's no good, or you're given the barest basics on how to make a baby or avoid it -- let alone whether you want a baby, or even are attracted to the type of person with whom you could conceive a baby, or even are attracted to people at all. It's an awful lot of pressure at your age, isn't it? You've already got so bloody much to deal with, the very last thing you need is misinformation, or further confusion."
She clapped her hands briskly together. "So that's what we'll be covering in this class -- the first third is sex ed, which will be both comprehensive and, hopefully, not too embarrassing. The second third, we'll talk about dating, which I know is also quite the puzzle for some of you. And the last third, we'll spend on loving yourself, first -- that's the part that won't be summed up at the end of the class, probably. Bit of a lifelong process."
Irene hopped off her desk, going over to pluck up a box wrapped in expensive-looking turquoise paper. "This is a box for questions," she said, holding it up between her manicured hands. "I'd like for this classroom to be considered a space wherein all questions are respected and answered, but I understand that sometimes it can be a bit difficult to sound ignorant in front of your peers. So, if you have something you'd like to ask, but don't want to put a name to it, feel free to drop it in here and I'll answer it at the beginning of the next class."
She set the box aside, then turned back to the class. "Now -- I think introductions are in order, aren't they? We're all going to get to know each other quite well over this term, and my only rule in this class is that the atmosphere please remain respectful. The subject matter may seem silly, or embarrassing, but we're here to learn, right? And giggling at each other isn't going to help a damn thing."
She paused, and added, "Giggling is welcome in general, though. I mean, we're going to be talking about genitals, and if you don't giggle at least a little, I'll be very concerned."
Irene waved a hand at her own tangent. "Anyway. Introductions. Name, class, and why you're here." She curved a smile, and added, "You can pass on that last, if you're not comfortable giving specifics. And by all means, if there's something you'd like to cover, let me know and I'll work it into the syllabus. Oh! And if you'd like to be my teacher's assistant. I've always wanted one. At least, for as long as I've been a teacher."
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