A "Pass"

A few times a week the speech pathologist at my school comes into my classroom. She works with some of the kids. It's nice when she comes into the room cause they can continue working on what everyone else is doing. Today, it is on the schedule for her to come in in the morning. With all of the end of the year requirements and extra activities going on, I forgot to tell her that we were doing our puberty lessons during this time.

So, since boys and girls need to be separated for these lessons, I took my girls to another room, while both the male principal and assistant principal gathered with my boys in my classroom. The speech pathologist, as scheduled, knocked on the door and entered. For some reason, staring at both principals in my room did not seem odd to her. When asked if she needed to take some students out of the classroom, she replied, "no, I'm going to push in today."

The principal's simple, smirk-ridden response was, "Oh, this should be interesting." His response was this because, well, they were talking about some interesting things. I mean, just look at what the anticipated questions from boys include:

Hopefully, with a slight crook of the neck, you can read that.

So, she, apparently very unobservantly, made her way to the back of the room and took a seat. Getting ready to see what was going on before jumping in and helping out. Luckily for her, the assistant principal cleverly asked her if she would like to take a "pass" on today's allotted time. With a quick scan of the room filled of completely boys, and the lovely poster of the male anatomy hanging in the front of the room, she swiftly accepted the "pass" right out of the room.

I felt it was bad enough to be enclosed in a room in 95 degree heat with 25 girls talking about "changes."The only thing I could see as worse, would be sitting in the back of my classroom in 95 degree weather with 25 sweating boys as the principals discuss wet dreams and jock straps.