I'm back to last Friday. If you're just tuning in you might want to check here first and then here so you know why this was the proverbial icing on the cake. There was just so much good stuff that happened that day... I haven't even blogged about the kid and his Spiderman hat.
This time I'm in the 5th grade working on a writing project. The kids have a writing prompt. They are given a location (science lab), and a science project (their choice) and they're supposed to create a science-fiction story. This is an on-going project and some kids have written multiple chapters.
As I moved through the classroom I was impressed with the concepts that some of the students had the imagination to create and explore. One girl had her hand up and asked me to read an excerpt. I don't have a photographic memory but it's sorta etched on my brain. It might not be verbatim, but it's close:
"The scientist was shocked by her orgasm. It was much better than she thought it would be. She had been planning this for years and the other scientists were surprised by her orgasm, too."
At this point I stopped reading. The fifth graders are having the "puberty" talk at school next week and all things sex ed. have been on my mind lately. Trust me, there will be another post about that. Anyway, I read orgasm and all rational thought left my brain. Orgasm?! Why does this crap only happen when the teacher is gone? What do I say? Can I run screaming from the building? I did not sign up for this!
I am 100% certain that I turned into a marble statue. Motionless. Incapable of response.
And then the child spoke, "Mrs B! ?! What do you think? In my final chapter the characters are going to find out that the organism can cure all diseases. Is it too soon for me to let on that she was surprised by what her organism can do?"
Dear God, she wrote orgasm when she meant organism.... It was all just a type-o.
Is there anything left to say?
I didn't think so either...