...the limit does not exist.
Two weeks ago we went to Jani Nushi High School to do presentations on STIs and protection. Below you may observe the school guard, who obviously takes his job very seriously. (sarcasm font)
We had two awesome seniors from the Red Cross First Aid club help us out with our presentations. And by help us out, I mean present them...because these two are awesome and totally without embarrassment and did I mention awesome? (Info like this is so much better coming from students' peers rather than the American who talks like a kindergartner and her awkard co-workers.) Fiqireta is above, and Indrit is below.
I'm trying to incorporate before/after surveys to see if students learn anything, but the only thing we got out of it is that students really don't get the whole idea of "This isn't a test - we just want to know what you know, not what your neighbor knows so STOP COPYING. PLEASE."
Ah, yes. The riveted and intrigued faces of sixteen-year-olds pretending to care.
Warning: hand-drawn lady-bits ahead.
The next week, Moza and I (and a psychologist, Erka, who turned into our photographer) took the rounds of all the nine-year schools to talk to the sixth grade girls about everyone's favorite topic: menstruation! We talked to over 200 girls in eight different schools...and we had a blast. Moza is the most open of all my counterparts, and she had no problem taking part in my, erm, enthusiastic teaching methods.
We had to take group photos with each of the classes to prove to the director that we actually went to all these schools and spoke to the students we claimed to.
In some schools, the biology teacher or school psychologist was really into helping us out - which was awesome. At other schools, the teachers scurried away to let us "do our thing" as soon as we got in the classroom. It's not usually considered an "appropriate" topic. (Same as in the U.S., which really rustles my jimmies because seriously? 50% of the human population goes through this. Why are we so embarrassed by it?!)
But the whole "don't talk about it" thing leads to misconceptions that getting your period is "dirty" and "bad." Which, of course, it's not. Which, of course, I tried to drive home (probably a little too) emphatically. With Moza as my cheerleader.
Folks, I had so much fun drawing these girls out of their shells and showing them that learning about this stuff doesn't have to be shameful. We are totally allowed to laugh because drawing a giant vulva on the blackboard is pretty ridiculous.