Teenage Moments from Semi-Hell
Imagine for a moment that you are 14 again. And your 8th grade has been split up into boys and girls for the AIDS-awareness, aka "sex" talk. The girls go to the hospital, presumably to see firsthand the maternity ward and perhaps some good graphic nursing pictures. After sitting through an hour of "mature" discussion, your female class is heading toward the bus when you bump into your great-grandma. Who, with a sneaky, wicked grin on her face, asks you:
"So...how was it?"
And since you do NOT want to go into details with your GREAT-GRANDMA, you simply put on the plastic smile and say "Um. Good." And you take off as fast as you can.
Oh, thank heavens I don't have to do 14 again.
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