all girl schools

Ok so I’ve been attending Catholic school for as long as I can remember. Right now I’m just finishing up my last year at an all girls Catholic high school. Let me preface this by saying that, for the most part, Catholic school has been a very positive experience. The teachers are caring, the facilities are nice, and the students are mature and friendly. However there are some aspects of the Catholic school experience that have been kind of challenging (read: makes me want to be a little dead). In our junior year, all students in our school have to take a class called Theology of the Body. It was about as bad as you’d expect. Anyway, I thought that y’all might get a kick out of some of the crazy shit that we learned.

Birth control is killing our women. You got it guys. The pamphlet doesn’t really explain how, but it is.

fun masturbation tips for both boys and girls. Masturbation will ruin your marriage and your life.

Obligatory homophobic rhetoric that claims it isn’t homophobic


Obligatory complaints about planned parenthood. My personal favorite is #14.

If you ever wondered why The Straights™ are the way they are, this might be part of it.
He wants to be your night in shining armor.

Develop self-esteem. Be a virgin. Save yourself from the fires of Hell.

Bonus:
we did at one point get a pamphlet (which I can no longer find) that insinuated that the owner of planned parenthood wanted to poison the water supply in order to induce miscarriages in pregnant women.
the teacher was a middle aged white woman with like 9 children who once told us the grave story of when, out of ignorance, she used birth control. And how she and her husband healed from that experience when they discovered the Truth.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.