This sex class I am taking on Monday nights is kind of a joke. The teacher still hasn’t put up a syllabus or posted anything in the modules past week one. I’m not complaining. I’m more just fascinated that this can somehow be a class and we will probably somehow pass and even get a decent grade. I actually even like the teacher. Kids can be mean and talk about her but she seems like a okay person and is also nice to me.

So the first night we had to go around and answer, “How do you like your sex?” Before that she had asked us about how we like our burgers. It was supposed to be a lead in which I found was actually helpful. The second night we had to break up in groups and make lists of all the official anatomical sex names. After that we had to make a list of every slang term we could think of for both male and female parts and actions.

Last week we didn’t have class because it was cancelled. This week we talked about sex education and where we learned our information. We did a 20 minute meditation where we were supposed to still our thoughts and pay more attention to our bodies. There is a girl from an African culture who talked about gender roles and coming of age rituals. At some point we have to stand in front of a mirror and talk about our bodies.