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Fallafel Tubes

I teach a sex ed course to 8th and 9th graders.

This week, we covered female anatomy and puberty and such. When we got to the Fallopian tubes, the kids couldn't stop calling them fallafel tubes. 

An aside, a couple of years ago, my then six-year-old son had determined that he was going drive a fallafel truck to visit his friend. So I pictured him all cartoony in my fallafel tubes on the way to gestation, hatching his plans.

This gave me the giggles and I couldn't stop picturing female anatomy as a production line for fallafel. 

From there, I mentally devolved into terms that I also don't like or have made fun of, like vaginal barrel which I think should forever have '...of monkeys' attached to the end. As in, 'vaginal barrel... of monkeys' (terminology especially apt in pregnancies with multiples). 

Then I accidentally had my adult filter off and told them about how menarche, the term for a woman's first menses sounds, to me, like the meanest butterfly.

That was when the history teacher, Luke, walked in and the students were like, 'monarchy?' 

And I go, "No, that's Luke's class. Menarche." Which, by the way, weird that it's men-arche. Maybe it's a super mean feminist butterfly that's all menarchy. Like a butterfly system of anarchy where the male of the species have no power and the female butterflies all have super punk looks with like piercings and black lipstick.

Then Luke escaped from the room as quickly as possible and I joked about chasing him around with the anonymous question box.

I got a text from a friend during class that I checked later after school and found was that she is PREGNANT and I was like, whoah, that's crazy. And I also thought about asking her if her fallafel tubes have made magic, but then I didn't because I knew she wouldn't follow, not being in 8th grade in my class and all.

Instead, I texted another friend after school about the fallafel tubes and you know what? She was on her way to pick up fallafel when I texted her. What are the odds?

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