Here's a short story:

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Mac Thompson walked into the classroom, his eyes hard, his face a rictus of suspended fury. "Evolution." He spat the word, as though it was some sort of offal in his mouth. Dirty and repulsive. He was wearing a conservative business suit, clean shaven and complete with dress shirt and tie - Sunday's Finest some might call it. In fact, there were quite a few parents that were absolutely sure he was a stalwart church goer - considering how strict and tough he was in his classroom.

Jimmy Cormak gulped, being the science nerd in the class. His parents were non-practicing Christians, and never forced him to go to church. And they were pretty pro-science. He looked back to some of the now smug looking students - these were the ones that smirking and practically giggling - who were totally hooked on the bible-study style teaching that was becoming all the rage in the classes. He had, by measure, abstained from reciting the Pledge. Not because he objected to the oath of allegiance to the country, but because some hick had added "under God" in a pique of religious righteousness. He'd been sent to the principal, and had other parents berate him in public and private because he wasn't a proper Christian boy.

"Everyone calls me, Mr. Thompson, and if you know previous classes' students, then you know this will be one of the most fun classes you have in your years here. Provided you obey the rules of the lab. But first... to deal with that pesky little word I muttered when I came in here... lets see," Pulls out a list and looks at it harshly, then with a sigh. "Ok, Sara Bailey, Jim Cormak, Danielle Smith, Jade Smith, Susan Christoper and Billy Parker... stay in the room. The rest of you, report to Mrs. Jackson's Home-Ec class, cause your parent's don't want you being taught Evolution."

The 28 students that were not named looked shocked, including the smug looking ones. Mrs. Jackson's class was one of the hardest and harshest for any student. And she was twice as hard on girls as she was on boys - because she expected them to work double-hard in the kitchen as that was "their place". Tammy Rae looked up, tears in her eyes, "But Mr. Thompson, I want to be a Doctor!"

"Sorry, Ms. Rae. Your parents decided that wasn't going to be the path you were going to go down." Mr. Thompson said sadly.

Tommy Howard looked to the front of the class, "And me becoming an Astronaut? I wanted to... Ms. Jackson's home-ec class isn't going to get me into a good school!"

Mac shook his head slowly in the negative. "Sorry, its the rules. I'm the science teacher, and I'm going to teach science, not that crap they've been suggesting for the last few years. When your parents heard that, they decided to pull you from the class. So off with you, don't make it any harder than it has to be - besides, Mrs. Jackson hates when students are too late, even under circumstances like this"

Once all the other students were gone, Mac sighed deeply. He looked drawn and beaten, as though he'd just done one of the worst things a teacher could ever do. Jimmy looked at him and asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Thompson?"

He let out a short chirp of a laugh. How do you tell the kids that within a year his science class won't exist anymore, and that if they want to learn real science, they'll have to go somewhere else? He'll be out of a job here, having to move to another school just so that he can continue to teach the class he loves. At least, there, he can still do what he wants. But what about these poor kids? The ones that left... and the ones that were still here? "Its going to be a tough year... going to have to cover all the stuff I usually cover in two, if you guys are up for it. Now its going to be hard, this class was never a big thing with the board anyways, but we'll do it proper and if you do all the work, I'll sign a paper for you saying that you've done both bio I and II that you can include with your transcripts. So, lets get cracking!"

With a slight smile that never really hit his eyes, he clapped his hands together. "Ok, we're not going to need all these chairs, so lets move everything around so we can have a better learning environment." He looked back at his desk, and then grabbed one of the uncomfortable student desks and whipped it around. "Gather your desks in a semi circle in front of this one, and we'll get started on Chapter 3. I'm not big on the preface, you're not learning English here or who need to know about who wrote most of the book..."