My high school teacher yelled his bad takes about feminism at us

Content note: This essay will touch on sexual assault and coercion, alcohol, victim-blaming, and rape apologism. I should also say that I’m writing this how I remember it, which may or may not be fully accurate to what actually happened.

In the 12th grade, I took a class called Writer’s Craft, which ended up teaching me a vital lesson about feminism.

The class was a broad survey of various different writerly forms. We studied, and then wrote, everything from Shakespearian sonnets to sitcom scripts. Toward the end of the year, we were tasked with doing some journalism of sorts: going out into the world, interviewing people, and writing about what we learned.