I'm A What?!

Homework and Unpacking

     Once the bed was put all together, he looked around the room and tried to decide what to do next. He wondered what time it was and if he should actually do his homework instead of getting the rest of the room put together. He thought for a moment more before deciding to set up the 'art table' as a desk instead. The box had said it was for arts, crafts, and playing... but it was just the right height for doing his homework. He pushed it up against the wall at the end of the bed. It came with one chair that was actually quite nice to sit in. It had a very soft seat and a good support for the back.

     He set his backpack next to the table and took out all his homework. He started with his normal classes first. He was thankful that they still let him take normal classes.

     After math and English were done, he decided to look at his new class schedule for the rest of the school year. He had learned that Caregiver/Little 101 was Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It was going to replace his advanced math classes on Monday and Friday and world history on Wednesdays.

     Snuggle and Cuddles was on Mondays and Fridays. It replaced chemistry. Who would allow littles around all those chemicals? He sighed as he kept reading. Basic Health of Littles was Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays... it replaced literature. Unfortunately, that was one of his favorite classes. It was also the one he was reading his book for. Guess there was no point in doing that book report now.

     He was starting to get annoyed at his new classes. He didn't want to read anymore. He just looked at the ones for tomorrow and figured he'd try to take it a day at a time. 'So, Tuesday is... Basic math.' He stopped there and looked at it again. 'Basic? What happened to... oh no...' He quickly pulled out the packet he'd been dreading most. His little classes information. There wasn't much to it, and it was in very simple English. But the words he dreaded most were the ones his eyes landed on.

     "All caregivers will escort their Little to their classes throughout the day. Depending on the age of the little, some classes will be substituted for basic or age-appropriate learning. Others will be put with their caregivers in lower or higher classes. We do this to keep the little calm and happy. No need to stress..." He stopped there. He couldn't read anymore. How many of his classes were they going to do that with? He turned back to the schedule and forced himself to read it out loud.

     "Basic math. Little Arts and Crafts. Little Gym. Then lunch followed by..." He stopped and gulped. "Nap...time. Basic Health of Littles. And the last class of the day is Basic English." He wanted to cry. How could they do this to him? How could they take away his education?

     He didn't have time to pity himself. This just meant he had to learn everything on his own. He was glad they hadn't taken his backpack. At least he had the books and could still read them. With a heavy sigh, he turned to his last piece of homework... a single page he had to color.

     Tim had a lot of work ahead of him. He wasn't going to take the time to put together some stupid nursery too. His first priority was homework. If he could get that out of the way, he could at least rest for a bit before it got too late to start packing up his old room. He found it stupid that he couldn't just stay in his room. But Howard had made it very clear that Tim had to stay close to Gatlin and make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

     It was already eight at night by the time he left Gatlin in his nursery and got back to his own room. He pulled out his normal classes homework and quickly knocked that out of the way. Unlike a lot of his other teammates, Tim was smart. He would settle for nothing less than an A on his work. Being the start of the week, homework was fairly light. The one thing he didn't want to do, or even care if he passed, was the homework he was given from his Dom classes... if you could even call them classes.