Remember at school we were repeatedly taken to a fire brigade warehouse where they deliberately started chip pan fires then chucked water on them, and honestly think it was an absolute genius way of teaching us fire safety. Also meant even my dumb post-ictal brain didn’t try it.
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That actually happened to my first boyfriend
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A man came to our school to check if we could curl our tongues. I like to think of him running away when the headmaster turned up but it didn’t happen as far as I remember.
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Dawn. Where the fuck did you go to school!?
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Newport, South Wales
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I do not

But might have blanked it out?!
My only real memory of sex ed at Caerleon is Dr Roome giving us an intensely biological (and intensely awkward) explanation of stuff -
Now remembering the time in Year 6 when someone was coming in to talk about menstruation, didn’t expect a mixed-gender group, so our Year 6 teacher had to take all the boys and give us an impromptu sex ed lesson herself. Poor Mrs Beeby, she coped with it admirably!
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That story reminds me strongly of this Key and Peele sketch! https://youtu.be/Be9IfJxHyDY
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