Well...yesterday I had the opportunity to speak with some intelligent young ladies of the National Honor Society. The presentation started with an open-ended presentation about talking about sex with your parents, but it progressed into an indepth conversation that went beyond having the "sec talk". We ventured in ways to save our friends. These girls, whom many wouldn't think suffered with these kinds of issues, shared their innermost issues and we discussed methods to help. A lot of times I find myself being so professional and just presenting the facts to groups -- never before had I had the opportunity to get down to the levels of my audience and hear their concerns. Though our discussion and tears, it made my advocacy work worth it!!! It gave me more incentive and determination to continue the fight for the rights of my peers. It made me feel important!!

this was my accounts of the lobby day experience

The critically acclaimed “Must See”, Precious, was just that! AN ABSOLUTE MUST SEE. The movie was a moving tell of the serious hard knock life of a New York teenager, who felt the hits tragedy from everywhere as a raped and molested child from both parents, she proved to be the poster child of perseverance; against all odds Precious fought for a better lifestyle. She was diligent and determined to have a more prosperous lifestyle then the one she lived with a single parent surviving off of welfare and making no plans to seek employment. Even though she was a teenage mother Precious still made strives to provide for her children while still trying to receive an education herself.
 
At G-CAPP we try to promote a change of life style that was displayed in this movie. Young girls have to realize that they must take responsibility for their own life and care about themselves even when no one else does. “Life journey is a long one, which starts with a small step.” Precious encouraged all teenagers to take responsibility for their lives and set goals to reach to achieve their desired outcome.   

“If you have sex you will catch aids and die, don’t have sex in the Missionary Position, and just don’t have sex. Ok. Alright everybody grab some rubbers.” This maybe the infamous quote from Coach Carr of Mean Girls but it seems to depict the irony and hypocracy of how the message of sexual education is portrayed in the media.
 
Television shows will in one breath Glam up the idea of being promiscuous and “smashin” the homies. Then in the next episode show a public service announcement about the consequences of sexual behavior. I commend shows on showing both sides of the taboo subject, but I also have to criticize them for sending out mixed signals.
 
Young minds are thirsting for the truth behind why sex is so highly praised, but deemed so harmful and deadly? Seems like the answer to this is as far away as the answer to how many licks it takes to get the center of a tootsie pop? The World just may never know.
 
For now my means of entertainment will be bombarded with the images of sex and all its greatness and my mind will remain utterly confused as to whether I engage in these acts of promiscuity (“Smash a homie” perhaps), and be left with the responsibility of writing my will. Leaving my mother mere days to enjoy my presence before she sees my name and photograph in the obituaries. The answer to my questions may never be answered, and if we leave learning about the issue to the media the world may never know.

“Well sir she might be pregnant……”

Those words taunted me when I was sitting in the doctor’s chair staring at the posters showing the clogged arteries of a diabetic patient. The words stung my ear, but then it hit me I wasn’t having sex. How could this be???? I finally found some words to utter and it came out as, “No. Never. I….” I never thought in all my years that I would have to defend myself and my father didn’t believe me. So here comes the talk. We were in the car, leaving the doctor’s office, and he kept asking THE QUESTION. “ARE YOU HAVING SEX?” Every time I said no, but I could see in his eyes he didn’t believe me. That made my heart drop. That ignorant doctor compromised my name and planted the seeds in my parents’ mind of disbelief. I just had an illness he couldn’t detect. How could that turn in to pregnancy?

When I got home my mom asked me the question too. She stood with the pregnancy test in her hand making all kinds of assumptions. Finally, she gave up and listened. We “TALKED” but that consisted of don’t have sex it will ruin your life. It wasn’t informative at all; I didn’t learn anything, I just was struck with fear.