Health Class

Well, it's the beginning of the year, and now that I'm in 8th grade, I have health class with my favorite teacher, Mr. Little (which is really weird because he's tall, and his wife, who was my 5th grade teacher, is really short.).



Now I always knew I was gonna have a health class, but I thought it would be all about intestines and guts and stuff. Nope. Today we started a whole new unit. Guess what it was.





SEX ED!!! :( :( :( :( :(



I would have rather gone with the guts.



So of course, half the class is practically throwing up onto their notebooks, and the other half is making sexist jokes. (Like the "mature" 8th graders we're supposed to be...)



Now Mr. Little has three rules for this unit...

1. Act appropriately. (Like that's going to happen.)


2. Ask questions. (Even though if we do, your reputation is done for.)


3. No personal questions. (For example, "Mr. Little, how old were you when you first kissed a girl???")

So, after a really long Q&A session (you can only imagine...), it's time for lunch. Of course, I don't feel like eating now that I know... certain things.

So I'm running around the cafeteria, warning everyone that has health 6th period about what's to come.

I see several people who aren't eating after that.

Then my friend Raquel comes over and sits by me. "Thanks so much for the heads up, Kim!" My other friend Connor comes and joins her. He agrees.

So I'm kinda scared about what's to come tomorrow. Who knows. Maybe the State of Wisconsin will suddenly ban informing kids about this, to save them from being scarred for life.

But they're not those kind of people. So I doubt it.

~Kim~

P.S. I'm sorry if I made you kinda scared.