It wasn’t sex education so much as an introduction to the changes our pre-teen bodies would be going through during puberty. Since she was a year older than me, (she was eleven at the time) and since we were in different parts of the school building, I had to hear about the results after it happened. It was discussed where all important things got sorted out: at the dinner table after Dad got home from work. This is how it went down: MOM: Lisa, your teacher called us. Your father and I want to discuss what happened today in class. LISA: It was ridiculous, so unfair, and someone had to say something! DAD: Lisa, be quiet, and listen to your mother. MOM: Your teacher said you were disruptive to the class. LISA: She was the one being disruptive, breaking news like that! DAD: Still, that’s your teacher. It’s not her fault. I mean, the news she had to tell. LISA: Someone had to say something, Dad. Some of the girls were crying. DAD (to Mom): It is unfair. She does have a point. MOM: Stan, we discussed this.
