Substitute Teacher Ofosu (with cameo by Blair +1)
Super Special Fun Mandatory Class for Students Years 4-7
Sat Aug 12, 2017 00:37
70.73.178.153

“Sit in pairs. An’ pass some treats ‘round, a beg,” Jeremy instructed, handing a big plate of chocolate-chippers to the nearest student. “Please take.” His usual smile was unusually forced, though the students probably didn’t need to pay too close attention to realize something was off. To be summoned without explanation to a mandatory class being taught by the current Cultural Studies substitute teacher was surely suspicious. Cue the Ghanaian’s desire to bake cookies - he usually only did that on exam days, but he felt they all needed some extra sugar to get through this.

Jeremy had been a substitute teacher for two years when he was hired to cover a maternity leave at Rocky Mountain International. Long enough for the young man to know that teaching was the job for him, but not long enough to prepare him for teaching the... ess-ee-ehks stuff. Ya, he was an adult, etc., but he was 3.8% comfortable with the responsibility of teaching it to teenagers. And he was expected to lead these special classes every week until Midterm?? (Jeremy checked his watch again. Nope, still only October.)

“Today, we gon’ be talking about sss– somethin’ important.” He bailed on saying the word and straightened his red-rimmed glasses. “Consent,” he finally said. That was the IWCE’s recommended starting point, and he spend as much time as he could justify detailing what came down to ‘only a verbal, informed yes means yes and everything else is nope zilch nada’. Alas, this topic was pretty common-sense and wrapped up quickly.

For the next Too Long, Jeremy delivered a stilted explanation of how man parts and lady parts functioned. The reason why it was stilted was because the dark-skinned substitute was focused on avoiding every type of ‘man’ and ‘lady’ terminology possible. There were two students in the class who, from what he understood, didn’t swing either way; non-cisgender identities was something Jeremy only had a vague understanding of, but he was trying his best to make those students comfortable. Even if the result was a roundabout, convoluted speech.

But he had charmed some diagrams from his teaching manual charmed to sketch themselves out in midair as he talked, so that might help the class follow along...

BANG

“You’re my substitute, aye?”

Jeremy, who had been using a beam of light from his wand to point at the diagram of the man parts (no) inserting bit (ew) sperm depositor, I guess (see this was why he was having problems), spun around at the slam of the door opening to see a very short brunette at the back of the lecture hall.

“Estelle,” she introduced herself curtly. “Knew this was on the schedule, so I came in. I’ll take it from here. If you don’t mind.” The tone of her voice was sarcastic and made it obvious that this wasn’t optional.

“Yes’m.” She was supposed to be on maternity leave, wasn’t she? Did that mean he should... protest? Confused, Jeremy watched her stomp down the aisle. He sunk into an empty seat in the front row with a muttered, sincere “praise the Lord.” Probably have to chat with the administration later to make sure this was fine by them, but right now, this was very fine by him.

Estelle Blair-West – archaeologist, professor, and mother of two – frowned at the sight of cookies. What was this, kindergarten? The student currently with the plate in their possession was treated to a glare as she passed and confiscated it. She let out a condescending snort as she set the plate on the front desk, but took a cookie anyways. Students didn’t deserve treats in class, but she wasn’t a student, thank you very much. Had also given birth last month, so thank you again, she was gonna eat a cookie.

In about five minutes, Estelle ate the cookie, summed up what Jeremy had attempted, and moved on from his heteronormative view to skim over other ways people might engage each other – emphasizing the ‘might’, personal preference and all. Then it was time for consequences. Hurray! She started with STDs and STIs, because seeing their faces when she waved around (not quite school-approved) visuals was fun, and then took a short detour into magical and mundane contraceptives with the promise that Jeremy would go into more detail in next week’s class (the man looked more worried about this than some of the students present).

Then came the really fun part.

“And the biggest consequence of all, lads,” Estelle began cheerfully. At these words, the invisible house-elf beside her popped into sight with a baby carrier balanced on its head. “You might wind up accidentally spawning.” She picked up tiny, snoozy Dustin and presented him Lion King-style to the room. “For those of you who live under a rock, this is a baby. Mine. Caring for a baby and raising it to be a moderately functioning adult is a big investment of time and effort. Maybe some of you want to make babies one day, but today is probably not that day, since you’re still students and barely functioning adults yourselves. Popping a baby out is hard work and it doesn’t get easier from there.

“But sometimes surprise babies happen,” she continued, rocking Dustin. “Next two months, you’re gonna get all educated on how to prepare for that and adult life in general. First, we’ll... wait.” It looked like the students were sitting wherever they wanted. The first pairing her eyes landed on were the two late transfer students from last year, who she remembered being obvious friends. That wouldn’t do. “Mr. Lawrence,” she snapped, eyes still on the transfers, “slide on over to Mr. Lundqvist. And let’s see, Miss Packman...”

This pattern continued: Estelle singling out unsatisfying groupings and ordering the students to swap seats elsewhere. Thanks to her sharp ear, she had a surprisingly detailed insight on student gossip, though likely a tad outdated since her maternity leave. But, nothing like pairing along wonky (or wonky-ish) lines to liven up the school. Jeremy could thank her later.

Once she was certain that the students would be less than thrilled with their new partners, she wandlessly levitated a cardboard box at the front. It began to drift up the rows. “Every pair, take a doll.” The dolls had blank faces and were enchanted to grow features of their ‘parents’ when touched, plus activate realism charms. (And concealed charms to alert the staff to neglect, because teenagers couldn’t be trusted.) “Congrats, new parents. Use the rest of your class time wisely. Before you leave, Jeremy will set you up with supplies.” At his name, Jeremy went to unpack a second box. It was filled with furniture, toys, diapers, food – all the normal baby gear. Currently shrunken, the miniature supplies would expand to full size when tapped with a wand. The students should wait to do this after they got back to their dorms, but Estelle was hoping some would act too early and be forced to lug a cradle down the hall.

“In conclusion,” Estelle declared, “you’re taking care of your babies for two months and then, I dunno, a paper or something before Midterm. Jeremy’s in charge of that.” For better or worse. “Don’t kill your babies. Or do. Your call. Now, it’s our naptime, so... cheers!”

SLAM

Jeremy stared at the now-closed door and then turned dark eyes onto the students. “Well... get to it,” he said, trying to pretend he wasn’t apprehensive about this. At least in November, their schedule shifted from ess-ee-ehks to taxes and insurance and budgeting, so he wouldn’t have to deal with more than the odd baby question after that… right? Please?




--OOC--
Re: partners. While I can hardly discourage active coordination of mayhem, please try to avoid ‘tagging’ other authors so that everyone has more freedom here. The only other rule is to pair your students in a way that you think Estelle might. Basically, no best buds together, but otherwise how you interpret that is up to you! Just give us all some chaos, we live off the stuff.
Re: babies. Your students will be responsible for their babies until Midterm IC. That means you can write about their baby in posts outside of this class. What fun! Enjoy!
...And remember, don’t include your house/year in the author box, because that’s too easy.


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