Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Picture this, Massachusetts, 1996ish

I need you to pretend to be 17 again. Remember the embarassment? The self-doubt? Remember your first time? You may have to pick a different age but I really want you to feel this story because I find it absolutely horrifying. This is the story of someone close to me.

This woman, or maybe I should say girl being that she was 17 at the time, and her then boyfriend consummated their relationship on Grounghogs day. It was her first time. Most likely his as well.

Sometime soon afterward, she was walking through the halls of her high school as you do when you are 17. One of her male teachers came up to her and said, "So, Groundhogs day huh?"

Can you even imagine? I mean can you? Really? The hole that I'd will to open up in the earth would never have been big enough to contain my shame. The rods with which I'd want to torture that man would never be hot enough or sharp enough to express my anger.


WTF? And don't forget her boyfriend for sharing the information.

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