Two things happened today that added some much needed humor to my metaphoric waterfall:
1) My students found a chapter book with a pretty vivid description of a sexual encounter in it.
2) Sensing that I have been kind of out of whack this week, a small cluster of kids today approached me and said they’d been feeling concerned that I might be pregnant.
Here’s my commentary:
About the sex chapter book: Absolutely hilarious moment in class when, my kids were supposed to be writing reflections about the completion of their recent project, I picked up one of my student’s books to see what she’d been reading. (This is a girl who I would literally take book recommendations from. She’s in 7th grade and has read “The Catcher in the Rye.” For her SHORT story project, she handed in eight or nine pages of single-spaced writing that was coherent, had an amazing voice, and actually kept me interested. But I digress…) So her friends all called out, “Ms. C! That book is totally pornographic!” And it made me wonder what they meant by “pornographic.” I found the page they were referring to and read it to myself while kids completed their reflections. Turns out they meant pretty much what it really means, except there’s no pictures and so therefore, I think the excerpt might get labeled as disturbingly erotic, although the book itself is meant for mature young readers. It made me think about the kinds of things I read in 7th grade and actually reminded me of a “sexy book” I passed around like a bowl of popcorn among all the girls in my own 7th grade until the pages were so worn and smudged you couldn’t see the letters. I guess there are just some undeniable truths to growing up, and fascination with all that “gross stuff” as one of my kids put it later after she grabbed the book from the other to read it, just goes along with the territory.
About item #2: Nope. And what in the world gave them that impression?!