I swear, sex is part of every subject except maths.
In primary school, we were so sheltered. If someone even mentioned a sex-related word the whole class would be in fits of giggles. Here, in my English class, day in day out, we talk about how sexuality is portrayed in books and movies. Everyone has a straight face.
Here the sex-ed is a lot more full on, but it doesn't bother people. Maybe it's just our school that's gotten over the whole silliness of the matter, or maybe it's just some strange effect that high school has on you - the same effect that makes you uninterested in playing games at lunch like we did in primary school.
And school has suddenly become so much more...dangerous. In primary school we weren't allowed to handle anything more dangerous than butter knives, and even they had to be the plastic kind that can't even cut through tofu. Here we do woodwork with hand-held saws that could just as easily cut through someone's neck as it does the pine and cut bits of plastic on a bandsaw designed to kill. "Keep your fingers away" the teacher said casually, which is impossible because your fingers have to be very close to the rapidly moving blade to maneouver millimetre-wide bits of acrylic - "It will cut the tips of your fingers off"
From then on we got the boys to cut the acrylic for us.
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