<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/ifu4hl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adeyemi "Ade"<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>Bronze<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Irritated<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Lesbian<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">'Cute, a class to teach unchecked facts and bigotry'<br/><br/>The first thought for the first class of the day. It was funny, why would discrimination be openly allowed to be taught in schools in the first place? At least other places had nifty little ways to put toxic information in children's heads, this place was blunt and to the point. She was over to a point where they may be no return. Adeyemi was a good student, straight A in fact - but place was slowly starting to eat at her integrity.<br/><br/>There were a few others in class, but she decided to sit at the back, away from the rest - to observe. The woman was good for that, observing, if it meant staying out of trouble and picking who was best to mingle with. Someone was going to be the teacher's pet, or fucktoy after class. She knew most of the teachers, counselors, etc all had to have some hidden desires.<br/><br/>Adeyemi was a firm believer that one was born a certain way. Gender and sexuality were too hard to define, people end up killing themselves or each other trying to make it all understandable. <br/><br/>The young woman wore her signature look - Alternative West african. She was tatted, pierced and wore clothes that fit her very very nicely. Her dreadlocks were put into a tight pony tail, while the front was wrapped in a traditional Yoruba scarf. Despite her being a very friendly individual, she was not amused the least by the class. She came to do one year and get the hell out.<br/><br/>This place had nothing for her.</div>