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| This entry is part of the One Year Anniversary celebration of the Eddie Sigala Foundation |
I always joke about my school's pregnancy rate. Last year (and at the beginning of this last one), I noticed a few girls walking around with these large bellies protruding from their small frames. Seriously. These girls, who aren't any taller than 5'2 and weigh no more than 115 lbs. are having babies and their bodies can barely handle it. But I digress...
In March, we began to learn about child abuse. And then development. And then babies. That section began with the birth process (poor Janice!) and then taking care of the baby. Then came buying the items necessary. We we're given a list and we needed to find out the prices for the items. I didn't finish my list, but 3/4 of the way down, my total was $1435. As I told my development teacher, "This is good birth control for everyone."
And it all climaxed in actually getting a baby. That's right We each got a baby... made out of flour. The life-like dolls are $800 each and aren't too cost-effective when you have 100 students. Anyway, we got babies a week ago and dressed them up. We then carried them around with us for four days and over the weekend to see how it felt to carry around with you a human being.
I called my baby Scott.
Scott Houston.
Scott Houston Eduardo.
Scott Houston Eduardo Martinez.
Scott Houston Eduardo Martinez Rodriguez.
Scott Houston Eduardo Martinez Rodriguez Sigala.
Look at the hair on that guy. Sexy.
I carried him around everywhere. And I really got attached. The little bugger.*tear*
