Now, let’s really, REALLY picture this.
There she is. The (2nd? 4th? 5th?) teacher, Ms. Lexi Richardson, mother of two and a 7-year teacher at the Trident Elementary School in Outback, Montana. She loves teaching, often working until late in the evening, grading and preparing lessons after she puts her two-year old to bed.
Svelte, dark blonde hair just below her shoulders, she loves to laugh and bring joy to her students everyday. And those eyes! She even smells like flowers.
Her students love her, except, of course, for little....little.....the name escapes me now. But there are problems there that we can’t go into now.
Her classroom is bright, and it usually has papers from students on the walls. Mobiles hang from the ceiling about the planets and dinosaurs; the desks are arranged so that students can work together on projects in pairs or groups.
Recently, for example, students have been learning about math by studying the patterns that waves make on beaches. But, one day, just after lunch, Ms. Richardson brought in a stack of professionally-produced papers, which she put on the corner of her desk. She had on a green blouse with little blue lilacs, a pair of camel colored slacks and peach lipstick, highlighting her grey-blue, ocean-depth eyes.
She went to the front of the class and asked, Julian, who sits in the front-center of the class, what he thinks of when he thinks of.......
Now, let’s just really think about who’d DO this?
If the local naive Christian svelte blond mother-of-two teacher won't do it, the fat, ugly, non-Christian, kinky-haired, Birkenstock-wearing, braless principal or "Health" teacher will do it. And if they aren't available, schools invite teams of "experts" from Planned Parenthood, GLSEN, SEICUS or the local AIDS action project to the schools to give these lessons.