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I think the best form of prevention is to send your child to a Catholic school. Nothing like promises of eternal hell-fire and damnation from Sr. Mary Margaret to thwart any desire for wrongdoing. I understand all about awareness and stuff, but 9 year olds? 9?!
When I was 9 my biggest concerns were showing off my blue tongue from the Bubblegum flavored snow-cone, figuring out what time The Three Stooges came on, memorizing my time-tables, and winning the softball tournament at the church fair. At no time did I worry about boys. Boys were stupid.
These groups should concentrate on teaching their own children values and morals, however, I will say I could've used a few tips when I was around 17 or 18, but eventually I figured things out.
Now that I'm older and have been exposed to the world, I can honestly say, without question, the most important lesson I learned throughout my life, I learned when I was little: Boys are stupid.
SIECUS and the CDC have a record of recommending curricula with extremely graphic content such as the use of grocery items like grape jelly being used as lubricants (Becoming a Responsible Teen), condom relay races, condom practice and fantasizing during classroom time, a homework assignment to go shopping for condoms, and how-to instructions for oral sex (Becoming a Responsible Teen, Be Proud! Be Responsible!, Get Real About AIDS).Grape jelly? Condom relay races? Those would have to be extra-extra large if the intention is to mimic Potato Sack Races. The only thing I fantasized about during class was recess or hoping the teacher wouldn't call on me.
I think the best form of prevention is to send your child to a Catholic school. Nothing like promises of eternal hell-fire and damnation from Sr. Mary Margaret to thwart any desire for wrongdoing. I understand all about awareness and stuff, but 9 year olds? 9?!
When I was 9 my biggest concerns were showing off my blue tongue from the Bubblegum flavored snow-cone, figuring out what time The Three Stooges came on, memorizing my time-tables, and winning the softball tournament at the church fair. At no time did I worry about boys. Boys were stupid.
These groups should concentrate on teaching their own children values and morals, however, I will say I could've used a few tips when I was around 17 or 18, but eventually I figured things out.
Now that I'm older and have been exposed to the world, I can honestly say, without question, the most important lesson I learned throughout my life, I learned when I was little: Boys are stupid.
posted by On My Watch at 05:49
7 Comments:
I may help your theory: I went to Catholic school in LA, and when in 5th grade was ratted out unknowingly by a busybody girl for finding a Penthouse mag in the paper drive pile (what was that doing there?). Instead of throwing it away I stupidly shoved it in my desk, and summarily it was found by the nun in a very short time. What followed I have blocked out of my mind mostly-the only thing I remember is kneeling in front of a statue of Mary on the hard tile floor for the rest of the day barely being able to walk afterwards...
You helped on 2 counts. Catholic school punishment and boys are stupid. You poor sinner. :)
Brian from Pushin Arrows and I went to the same Catholic High School and we both went to Catholic grade schools. The punishments were lame, like John said (that's hilarious how he described it because I had to do something similar AND I actually had to clean cafeteria tables with a toothbrush!), but I think it all boils down to how hard your parents come down on you or educate you about that stuff.
Oh, and when I was in elementary school your kind had cooties and it was all about what color combinations I could make my tounge with "Fun Dip".
Fun Dip! Ha. I never had cooties, just so you know. :)
"Cooties" - haha, I had forgotten that word.
I, too, survived Catholic school punishment. One nun would give us the choice between a hit on the hand with a yard stick or write a 1,000 word essay. Other chumps would take the essay and get carpal tunnel. I'd take the hit but I'd pull my hand away a couple of times to get Sister Babe Ruth winded. The third hit was kind of tingly, but no biggie.
you guys were bad. I, of course, was the perfect angel. Or at least they thought so. ;)
probably not - at least not at school.
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