I'm finally home. I'm beaten, bloodied, and bruised, but I'm home. A day late, but I'm home.

I'm in a bit of a stuppor right now. I had a lot to say, but I just don't seem to know what it was anymore. I started the day improvising a talk on contraception to a group of 12-15 year olds. It was 10am, and therefore not a very exciting time of day to talk about sex. Therefore, I had no questions in my question box and had to make up stuff to fill in my hour and a half.

So, out come my woodies. These are 3 wooden phalluses I use for demonstration purposes ONLY, you perverts. I showed them how to put on a condom, and how to make a dental dam. I handed out condoms and went back upstairs to begin catching up on all the work I miss. Within a few minutes I heard the unmistakable *pops* and giggles from a dozen condoms being blown up and exploded. I tried.

Later I met with one of the girls in a camp. She hasn't had a period in 4 months. Oops. The condom broke. Big oops. She's 13. Her boyfriend is in joovie.

Hold on while I call Jerry Springer.....

She said she "felt a connection" with him. I told her about the dangers of having sex really early (Cancer), and that there a lot of safer, yet fun things you could do with him, even if he is in jail.

Who knows. I told her to let me know either way.

This topic is depressing me, so I'm going to start another post.