Just Keep Moving (a Beastars Fanfic)

Ch7. Classes Pt2

    The biology teacher was an old goat who introduced himself as Mr. Inara. He spoke in a constant monotone, and I was sure that at least five other students had fallen asleep halfway through the lesson. I really couldn't blame them, as I too was feeling the effects of the combination of a topic I already knew and a monotone voice teaching it.

    Looking through the book, I decided that I would have to find someplace to practice the fighting techniques. For the time being, however, I would have to practice against imaginary opponents. 

   Class ended not a moment too soon, and I could feel the collective sigh of relief from all the students in the room as they were freed from the absolute boredom that was Biology class. Like all the other teachers so far, Mr. Inara at least didn't give any homework for the first day. I rushed to Social Studies, my next class and I nearly had a panic attack when I saw that the teacher was a goat. 

    Thankfully, it wasn't Mr. Inara, or I might have actually cried. She told the students to call her Mrs. Edelson, and just from her introduction, I could tell that she would be a better teacher than her coworker in the Biology classroom. The lesson started with the first civilizations, and I was surprised to hear that they were actually a bit similar to the ones on Earth. Looking at the world map attached to the wall, I was surprised to learn that even the landmasses and water bodies were similar. Mrs. Edelson pointed out an area that would have been the fertile crescent on Earth, and she explained that the earliest discovered civilizations were built in that area. 

    Apparently, carnivores eating herbivores hadn't been a problem because the carnivores had a tradition of eating each other. It made me question how the carnivores as a species were able to survive, but I waited to see if Mrs. Edelson would elaborate. She didn't, but I hoped that it would happen in the next class. After Social Studies ended, however, I just had one class left: Home Economics. 

    Back on Earth, the subject has been dubbed as something for females, but I hope that it would be different in this one. All that awaited me on that line of thought, however, was disappointment. I was the only boy in the class, and to top it all off, I was also the only "carnivore" there. That resulted in quite the awkward introduction, but the tension died down after a bit. The decorations on the walls included motivational posters and charts on the proper nutrition ratio for carnivores and herbivores, but I was surprised to see that there was no food pyramid as found on Earth. 

    Other posters described the different types of stitches and their uses. Still others described the proper steps to paying taxes. If the posters told me anything, it was that I had chosen something useful, even if the environment was going to be awkward. The instructor, an old horse who referred to herself as Ms. Raksha, started by telling us the plan for the year's curriculum.

    "We will start with the most boring part of this class, paying taxes," she said. "From there we will move onto sewing, cooking, and then childcare." Looking at me, she said, "Some of of what I teach in childcare may not apply to certain individuals. Do not worry, though, you will not fail." Then, turning to the entire class, she said, "I am also the director of the cooking club. Those who wish to join may do so after class ends. Is that clear?" This was met with nodding all around, and we were told to take a seat, after which we were each given a worksheet. 

    It contained instructions on how to fill out a tax form, and at the end, there was a mock tax form which we had to fill out. The worksheets were completed halfway through class, at which point Ms. Raksha collected them and told us to mingle and get to know each other. When that happened, a zebra walked over to me and started asking questions. 

    "Are you that Tim the human who got called to the headmaster's office?" she asked. "What did you do there?" 

    "I am indeed Tim," I said. "As for what happened in the headmaster's office, he just wanted to see how I was doing," I lied.