Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator
ludickid

Feelin' old

Yesterday, I was walking home from work. It was a beautiful day (we're having a false spring right now in Chic, with a huge rainstorm quick on its heels), perfect to make the walk. Of course, my head was buried in a book, but I was still appreciating the weather on a certain level.

My walk takes me past a huge Catholic high school, so I often share the trip with teenagers coming from or going to class, and as I walked, I heard a voice behind me.

"Sperm."

"Vagina."

"Reproduction."

I figured, given the squeaky voices, it was some dim-bulb adolescents trying to be shocking, so I kept reading.

"Semen."

"Penis."

"EGG."

Then they walked past me (I tend to take my time, since I'm reading, and it was, after all, a beautiful day -- even the elote carts were out), and they were like NINE YEARS OLD. And they were studying a sex ed test or something.

I'm sure there's a lesson in this somewhere, but I don't know what it is.
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