I have spent the morning dealing with an 8th grader’s pregnancy scare. Me. And she’s not even in my fucking class.
EIGHTH. GRADER.
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I have spent the morning dealing with an 8th grader’s pregnancy scare. Me. And she’s not even in my fucking class.
EIGHTH. GRADER.
Ugh.Actually, 8th grade is a big pregnancy grade down here, because they think they’re sooooooo grown-up, but their parents think they’re still children. It has ceased shocking me, although it still saddens me. When I was in 8th grade, the big debate was whether or not my friend and her boyfriend should french kiss.