Sex Education
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Sex Education
What is the first thing you think about when you think of elementary school
rites of passage? For me it is and always will be sex education. Only for me it
was not such a time of wonder; it was more like a time of trying to keep my
stomach from turning inside out. I remember it like it was yesterday, even
though it was more like seven years ago. It was late April, headed into the
summer of my fifth grade year. My teacher was Mr. Atkinson, a funny little man
with a good background in American history and, conveniently, a fifth-grade
sense of humor. Our class was located in a small portable, which was the
trademark of overcrowded public schools in the area. Without air conditioning in
the spring it was like a furnace in there, and that did nothing to help my
situation. District policy in regards to sex education led to this learning
phenomenon each spring, when the male teachers would take aside the fifth grade
boys and the female teachers would do the same with the girls. I remember being
rounded up like cattle and herded into the portable, which was doubly crowded as
it bore the brunt of the fifth grade male population in the school. There was
excitement, fear, wonder, apprehension, and a hundred other emotions swirling
around the group of kids, and all of them were obvious to anyone watching. As we
entered the small building, a mass of fidgety kids pinching through a small
doorway in the corner of the room, it was like no other time I had been in
there. The room seemed different somehow. Not worse, anyway, but there was a
definite change between then and the last time I had been in there. Thinking
back on it now, it was most likely the energy of all that curiosity, because
when the speech began, a depth of knowledge previously unknown to us was
suddenly and wonderfully available. Previously, that which we did know was as
much fiction as reality. We scrambled for chairs at an increased speed,
resulting in the expected griping, shoving and whining that we always heard.
After we had all found chairs, those who had not sitting on the floor, the room
quieted down and we all knew something was about to happen. Mr. Atkinson greeted
us with his usual easily relatable anecdote. The crowd seemed to settle
slightly, as if some energy had been lost when we saw that this new, exciting
lesson was going to begin just as all the two-plus...
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