Most of you probably thought that night classes were for students who don't have time to go to school during the day, or who just want to pick up a couple extra classes.
You'd be mistaken.
They're actually for nightmarish, bloodsucking, demon vampires like me.
You see, if everybody was making vampires and leaving them by themselves, we'd all be dead in a day. Either that or some idiot would expose us to the humans and we'd be ruined.
So, a long time ago, the older vampires started to sneak whatever newborns they found roaming the streets, barking mad and starving to death, into basements of real schools and pounded out some basics. Then word spread, and even established vamps were showing up for Night Classes along with the raving newborns.
This escaladed into more than one basement classroom operating at a time. No matter how many students would show up at night, the old guys just kept finding space. No one was ever turned away, and Night Class became a big deal thing.
Soon, the humans caught on, too. When they started opening colleges at night, vampires everywhere rejoiced at the extra learning space. Now, not only could you learn how to keep yourself alive, you could mingle with humans and learn to control yourself. This helped considerably to get us into society and off the streets.
Fast forward to the present. We now have modified the basements of many shools and are learning much more than just how not get our butts kicked. We also learn how to act human so we don't stick out like sore thumbs, how to make ourselves look human so, once again, we don't stand out, and how to make money so we don't end up homeless.
For the academically adventurous, there are actual certified teachers that help you get degrees in whatever you want. There are Phys. Ed. classes if you're into that sort of thing. My personal favorite are the art classes, where you learn how to control your strength so you don't snap pencils and charcoal between your fingers.
School actually sort of makes living as a demonic monster bearable. Everything's great.
That is, everything's great as long as they don't serve "school lunch."
Har-de-har-har . . .
