Saturday, November 18, 2006
That's what my friend's 11-year-old daughter called it. You know, the class where they talk about "your wonderful, changing body." Where they tell you (in a very pareve way), where babies come from. Well, that's how it was for me, anyway. No body parts - just "sperm meets egg." If I didn't know better, they could've met at a Star Trek convention. "Oh, you're sperm? Nice to meet you. I'm egg. Love the Vulcan costume."
Nowadays, the puberty class is downright ribald. At least, that's what I read on CNN. They talk about contraception and demonstrate with vegetables. They talk about "lifestyle choices" and different types of "activity."
When I was in 5th grade, the classes were separate. I fondly remember a boy accidentally interrupting the girl's session (while a female reproductive chart was on the projector). He was so embarrassed, he was shaking. What happened to the good old days? Doesn't anyone blush anymore?
Here's more fun on this topic. Thanks, DinoMama for the inspiration.
Love, Maven @ 
3 Comments:
At 12:03 PM,
Barb said…
When I was in school it was separation, boys from girls, too. We went into the gym where the curtains were drawn shut.
They use vegetables now?? Egads.
At 9:04 PM,
n/a said…
They split us up too, doubtless less out of concern for our youthful modesty than for class control. You can always find some outre examples of sex-ed training gone wild in the public schools, but look on the bright side - at least they were using vegetables and not live models!
At 9:19 PM,
Maven said…
oy.
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