Homestuck Classes Explained Novels & Stories

"You have now, for several years, been dealing with sexual urges. Some you may be thinking about starting sexual relationships. However choosing to do so entails huge responsibilities. Class-A Hishes, on average, have much stronger libido's than the other classes and as a result you may experience urges which are far greater than your classmates. Again this is normal, but it means that you have to show restraint. It is important to realize that while you are now capable of sexual relations in a physical sense, in an emotional sense you are still young."

Ancalagon follows me to my next class, anatomy of a human. This class, unlike the last is inside the big house. When we get there, he follows me inside the classroom. “I didn’t know you were a human,” I say. “I don’t have to be a human to take this class. I take the elf and Lycan classes too, but that’s mostly so I better understand how to defeat them in claimings,” he says, to me, looking around.

"Okay if that's clear...oh yes you'll have to move up to S class in the second term. The principal of your high school agrees after the notes that your tutor sent him, you have the level to integrate this elitist class» I frowned, an S class? I never heard of it in high school, where does it come from? My mother probably understood that before she spoke. “Oh yes with everything you've been through lately, you haven't checked your high school forum. It was decided by the board of directors that it would be necessary to create a special class for each grade for the students who stand out from the lot, class S is made up of the best students of each class by grade. You are there too and tomorro

we move as a unit and the crowd part for us. Ui am sure we look out of place, odd but I don't mind, they are my men, my harem, and when a girl looks a little too long and then meets my eyes, she quickly averts her eyes scare that I caught her. I don’t take kindly to anyone trying to ogle my men. Not me nor my wolf. “We have the same classes all through this semester,” Kyle says as we look at the class sheets. “what about you guys?” I ask Dean, Landon, and Cole.

I detected a dip in enthusiasm in his voice when he said ‘art’, so I asked if he hated drawing and painting. He scoffed and replied, “Art in our world refers to the teachings of the Goddess. You call it ‘religious studies’. We call it ‘art’.” Knowing his strong detest towards the deity, and wanting to take the opportunity to know more about the werewolf world, I quickly diverted his attention back to the main topic. “That’s about all the classes we take in school.” I felt slightly jealous. “Just six?” “We only take the classes that are relevant to our rank and role in the pack. The Growers and Makers take practical studies, the Scouts take language, the Builders take Composition. So, technic

9 pm – 9:45 pm: History of Shifters with Professor Santina 10 pm – 10:45 pm: Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy 11 pm – 11:45 pm: Werebear History 101 with Professor Tilly 12 am – 12:45 am – Lunch 1 am – 1:45 am – Mythical Geography 101 with Professor Kai 2 am – 2:45 am – Free Period 3 am – 3:45 am Tuesdays and Thursdays Only– Introduction to Combat with Professor Atlas. “We have the same History class and Combat class,” Penny beamed, looking at my schedule. “I guess because your identity is not certain yet, you were assigned to classes designed for werewolf, bear shifters, and witches.”

With my severe lack of sleep, it was really hard for me to stay awake during such a boring class. Can you believe the teacher was just teaching us addition and subtraction? I will be 18 soon, not 8. But we are still learning the elementary school curriculum so far. Our class is what is a so-called special class. Most of my classmates are werewolves with mental deficiencies, or mute like me, or deaf and dumb like Carolina. Carolina and I had previously studied in normal classes. However, out of jealousy, Abby asked Luna to put us in special classes. She said that dumb people are as defective as mentally handicapped people. We should not be studying in a normal class with normal werewolves.

Could I really handle more on my plate with everything going on? “Yes, and no,” Lucius said, seeming to already pick up on my growing worry,”there are many special classes for A Class.” “This transition period will give you time to look into them as well, and find which ones you want to take on. Then they'll be worked into your schedule with the other classes.” “So, like when people pick electives?” I asked, the knot in my stomach loosened. “Something like that,” Lucius agreed, a faint smile gracing his lips.

I am the only one wearing a freaking white suit! "Hey, it makes you more special!" We went to the second floor and bid our goodbyes. It's a little sad that we are not in the same class. You know, the school's system is really far from what I've been introduced to. In Claw Academy, each class only has six students in total, one for each kind. That's why my heart can't stop beating excitedly. Just thinking of having a class with diverse kinds of people is really interesting! I hope I'll be friends with everyone.

With that, the four of them entered the house together. Inside the school campus: The trio (Jamie, Scar, and Sofia) found the duo (Tim and Vantae) by the Teachers' office. They had to collect their schedules and books. After getting the weekly plan, they went through it together to see if they have any together. There were 6 classes, divided into a group of three by the Lunch break. Each class was forty-five minutes long with a ten minutes break within each of them. They had four basic classes along with two classes of their own choice. Having the same homeroom teacher meant they all are together for the basic classes. Guess Tim had to thank his Dad for that. For the two other classes, to ev