I delivered five babies today. All in half an hour. Let me explain, since really, I shouldn't let you get so excited. It's not as fun as it sounded!
Last spring, I ordered five infant simulators. After spending the last month discussing relationships, healthy, safer sex, parenting choices, and pregnancy, the students were ready for a baby. Today was the big day. We've practiced. We've talked. And I've demonstrated every possible way to deal with the crying Baby. Five students. Five babies. So far? One student has ditched the assignment, and another student has called me to say she only had one kind of diaper, and Baby was crying, and her boyfriend was not impressed. I drove down to school and got the missing diaper and delivered it. She opened the door, and looked exactly like a new mom should. Woo hoo! Assignment working!!
The teacher in the room next to me stopped in this morning, and pointed out that my room is like a shrine to celibacy. On one wall, I have student-made posters extolling the horrors of Sexually Transmitted Infections. Like all good posters, they are complete with colour photos. Have you ever SEEN gonorrhea? Click on the link. Go look. I dare you! I'll wait here while you puke. Okay. That one wasn't so bad. If you need convincing, check out syphilis. Or any of the other nasties.
On the opposite wall, I have several quotes about birth control. "People rarely get pregnant while bowling" (co-worker). "A crying baby is the best form of birth control." On a table under these quotes I had all the Babies lined up, waiting for their new parents. No matter where you looked in my room today, the message was clear. And, for some, nauseating!
Somedays, it's fun to be me.