I am now wondering if my relocation of the loud croakers (see the last Blog post) upset the laws of natural selection. This is what happens when you forget your basic biology. Sister Keritas taught us about frogs at Dominican High School back in 19__. I did well in her class, even though they hid all of the good stuff from us. We stopped short of human reproduction. We had the famous "sex" talk in our senior year in the upstairs library. A priest and a doctor were called upon to answer our questions. We still did not get the real sex lessons like the ones I taught at Brother Martin High School. So we did not have too many questions. I sure that was a relief for Father.
I invited a PHD in nursing to discuss child birth and delivery. When Dr. Bethencourt described the pleasure cycle of a woman, pens were flying across note pads. I have taught for many years and never witnessed this much enthusiasm for note taking before! The final exams noted in colorful detail what Dr. Bethancourt said: "I hope that you have to shit a watermelon." One woman yelled at her husband when one of the pains hit her. One young man passed out when he saw a simple drawn slide of an episiotomy. Another student remarked, "that he was going home to thank his mother."
At least, these students had more information than our Dominican Class had. I did my best.
All species hunger for the ability to leave behind their own kind. But, alas, Miss. Toad, I may have taken all of the best and loudest croakers for rides to various locations because they were not impressing me! They were probably singing their hearts out to attract you!
Oops, another lesson not learned. I guess I need to look up Sr. Karitas and get a remedial biology lesson. We might also discuss the lack of human reproduction information in our basic biology class.
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