In 10th grade, I was put into home ec for some reason. I think i need a credit or something. I was the only boy in the class and the teacher was also the sex ed teacher. I spent 1.5 hours 3 days a week listening to things like how to insert tampons, or makeup tips and hair care, or The Pill, or whatever things the teacher felt like that day. It was an awful class that almost always devolved into an extremely loud chatty room with all the girls just girl talking. We never cooked anything. Though to be fair, the teacher did talk about things like balancing checkbooks, healthy relationship dynamics and other normal things on occasion, but very rarely.
That sounds like an actually helpful class, albeit billed in an inauthentic way. On the plus side, you got to see a window into the world girls and women have. Some of us are never taught about any of those things, but we’re expected to just figure it out somehow.
In 10th grade, I was put into home ec for some reason. I think i need a credit or something. I was the only boy in the class and the teacher was also the sex ed teacher. I spent 1.5 hours 3 days a week listening to things like how to insert tampons, or makeup tips and hair care, or The Pill, or whatever things the teacher felt like that day. It was an awful class that almost always devolved into an extremely loud chatty room with all the girls just girl talking. We never cooked anything. Though to be fair, the teacher did talk about things like balancing checkbooks, healthy relationship dynamics and other normal things on occasion, but very rarely.
That sounds like an actually helpful class, albeit billed in an inauthentic way. On the plus side, you got to see a window into the world girls and women have. Some of us are never taught about any of those things, but we’re expected to just figure it out somehow.
Yeah, don’t get me wrong, the class itself was ok. It just wasn’t a home ec class. It should have been called something else.