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"Welcome to An Introduction to Human Sexuality," the man in the Marvin the Martian tie and owlish spectacles- Professor Brian French, if the scrawl of blue dry-erase marker on the whiteboard behind him was to be believed- greeted his small assembly of students. "This class will be primarily lecture and discussion. No papers. Instead, you get to have one project for every six weeks. Due dates for these projects are in the syllabus along with the dates of your exams. We'll be kicking off the first project during this class period. Before I go into detail on that, are there any questions?"
One hand shot up immediately from the front row.
"I'm sorry, but you mean this isn't Anthropology 101?" asked the girl, her voice shrill.
"...Does 'Human Sexuality' sound like 'Anthropology' to you? You'd better get going." She was already scrambling out of her seat by the time that Professor French had finished talking, and he watched her hasty escape with a sigh and a stroke of his well-trimmed goatee. "Any questions relevant to this class?"
The room was silent.
"Good. This class," Professor French continued, "will explore the sociology and psychology behind relationships and dating, gender and sexual orientation, and romantic or sexual attraction. Some of you might have more first-hand experience here than others; that doesn't matter. Forget what you think you know. Pretend that you're setting out to study animals in the wild, if that helps. Our first project will be a field study, if you will, of a relationship. All of you please look to the person to your left. And if you're on the farthest left row, please look to your right and not at the wall."
There were a few chuckles as the class followed his instructions.
"Shit," Jackson mumbled, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. A partner assignment on the first day of class, one that would last for half the semester, and he'd had to be running late.
Otherwise, he might have been able to snag a seat next to his girlfriend rather than the random stranger on his left, who was...
One hand shot up immediately from the front row.
"I'm sorry, but you mean this isn't Anthropology 101?" asked the girl, her voice shrill.
"...Does 'Human Sexuality' sound like 'Anthropology' to you? You'd better get going." She was already scrambling out of her seat by the time that Professor French had finished talking, and he watched her hasty escape with a sigh and a stroke of his well-trimmed goatee. "Any questions relevant to this class?"
The room was silent.
"Good. This class," Professor French continued, "will explore the sociology and psychology behind relationships and dating, gender and sexual orientation, and romantic or sexual attraction. Some of you might have more first-hand experience here than others; that doesn't matter. Forget what you think you know. Pretend that you're setting out to study animals in the wild, if that helps. Our first project will be a field study, if you will, of a relationship. All of you please look to the person to your left. And if you're on the farthest left row, please look to your right and not at the wall."
There were a few chuckles as the class followed his instructions.
"Shit," Jackson mumbled, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. A partner assignment on the first day of class, one that would last for half the semester, and he'd had to be running late.
Otherwise, he might have been able to snag a seat next to his girlfriend rather than the random stranger on his left, who was...