Saturday, November 18, 2006
Puberty Class:

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.


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