In sixth grade we had to do the eggsitting assignment during home ec. I got a low C for home ec 'cause A. I was in no way interested in taking care of children and B. It was a fucking egg. What exactly was supposed to motivate me to care for an egg? I was a very self-conscious child due to bullying and I told my teacher I did not want to be seen in public carrying an egg around because everyone was looking at me weird, so I was just going to leave the egg in the car. My teacher said that if I left the egg in the car it would ~die!~ and they would look at me the same if I was carrying a real baby. Uh, no they wouldn't, and I told her so.
When I got my egg I shoved it in my locker so I didn't have to carry it and the lunch tray at the same time, and then it fell out and cracked so I taped it up even though the teacher told us we had to put BAND-AIDS on the egg. The teacher was really creepy about this assignment and set up a maternity ward in the classroom for these eggs, and gave them to us saying it's a boy/girl and it weighs ___ pounds, ____ ounces. I hated that fucking class.
When I got my egg I shoved it in my locker so I didn't have to carry it and the lunch tray at the same time, and then it fell out and cracked so I taped it up even though the teacher told us we had to put BAND-AIDS on the egg. The teacher was really creepy about this assignment and set up a maternity ward in the classroom for these eggs, and gave them to us saying it's a boy/girl and it weighs ___ pounds, ____ ounces. I hated that fucking class.
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