And God blessed them, and God said unto them, be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the Earth …
--Genesis 1 28 (kjv)
I sit in a classroom sweaty with sixth grade newly budding testosterone. I've never had Mr. Weiss as a teacher, but I do today because he's a guy, and it's all guys day in sixth grade sex education. I'm excited because Mrs. Krausse, the mean hag, isn't teaching me today. I guarantee that her verbal descriptions of the topic at hand would set me on edge. Mr. Weiss helped me that first day, not because he taught me many new things, but because he was the first, and most expert, at not only describing pictures of anatomy to me (I even had tactile pictures later on in school), but he was the first person outside of my family to teach me about sex. It was the first time that I'd talked about multiplication as it related to sex in my public school education. I don't know if I'm a nerd or not, but this wasn't a "free" period away from spelling, or math, or history. This was real education, and because of what my parents had prepped me, I wasn't scared, but was ready to learn.
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