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"Tell it like it is"

"Don't be ashamed"

"You have to let your
conscience be your guide"

"But I"

 

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"There's something
happening here"

"But what is ain't exactly clear"

 

"There's a man
with a gun over there"

 

"Telling me I got to beware"

"I think it's time we stop, children
what's that sound?"

"Everybody look
what's goin' down"

 

We live in confusing times

Times of change...

And of disagreement.

 

There are those who will say
that Brian Cooper was a man

who died defending his country

And there are those...

Who will say that he was
a child, who died in vain.

Brian Cooper was the first person
I ever knew who wasn't old who died.

I guess we all had that moment

when we realized that even
somebody who was basically a kid

Can cease to exist...

And were never
the same after that.

We must have faith

that none of God's
children die in vain.

But it wasn't just Brian's
death that had changed me.

It was also Brian's sister.

I hadn't seen Winnie Since
the night we'd kissed in the woods,

but I hadn't been able to
think about anything else.

But through all the change...

There is one thing that remains
constant and eternal...

And can never die

And that is the human soul.

Oh no, the Jell-O salad
isn't set. Here Kevin

You take the ham.

Like women all over America.

My mother confronted tragedy
and death with cold ham

And Jell-O salad.

The little marshmallows
are just swimming in there.

Come on Norma
let's just go.

Let me put some ice cubes in
it'll take five minutes.

You've got the ham.

You don't need to
bring the Jell-O, too.

Five minutes,
just give me five minutes.

 

The rest of us had other ways
of dealing with our grief.

 

But I, for one, was a wreck.

I would think about Brian and
I'd feel almost sick to my stomach.

And then I would
think about Winnie

And a thrill would pass through
my 12-year-old body

like the wind through the trees.

Life's two greatest forces,

love and death. Were tearing
me apart at the waist.

Come on, mom.
Let's go!

 

Well here I was at Brian's funeral

and Winnie was
nowhere to be seen.

I felt sort of weird though,

I mean what was I going to do
if I saw her? Ask her to dance?

 

Kevin, take this plate
of food over

and try and get Winnie
to eat something.

She really needs her
old friends right now, go on.

 

Hi.
/ Hi.

 

Hi, my mom wanted me
to give this to you.

Thanks, I'm not really
that hungry.

Yeah

You should eat, though
Something

What was she thinking?

 

What was I thinking?

I was so confused, she was
so close I wanted to grab her.

Take her in my arms, feel her
72-pound body next to mine!

Try the ham.

OK.

 

Oh God...
I was an animal!

Watching her eat the ham,

I felt, how could I be
having these feelings?

Did it show? Could people
see through me?

 

What would Brian think?

So!

 

You're at my funeral

and all you can think about
is jumpin' my little sister.

Of course, he would
think I was scum!

 

You're a man
after my own heart.

Wait a minute, that's right
Brian wasn't like that.

 

Kev...Kev, Kev! Not now.

Give her a little time.

 

The female...
reproductive system!

 

Among the many great historical
milestones of nineteen-sixty eight,

perhaps the greatest

Was the advent of sex
education in the schools.

 

Now if I... Hear any giggling

If I see any smirking,
this class is over.

Do you read me people?
Over!

 

Now. The female reproductive
organs look like this.

Alright!

 

I know...

 

Unfortunately, it looked more like
A cow's head to me.

Now...who can tell me...
What these...are?

 

Yes.

The ears?

 

Apparently, I wasn't alone.

 

The...ovaries

 

The ears would be Up here.

 

Uh, why don't you draw
the whole lady?

So we know where
everything goes.

The whole lady...
/ Yeah, the whole lady..

Alright.

 

I can't believe
he's gonna draw it.

 

Suddenly it became very clear

why Mr. Cutlip had
never Been married.

Any man who saw women that way
Would have no reason to.

Now...the ovaries...Of course,
are the site of ovulation.

Cutlip went on...
/Ov - u...

One fact became increasingly
evident. / La - tion

Sex, in the hands of public
educators, is not a pretty thing.

Ova is actually plural of ovum.

approximately every
twenty eight days.

And that, in a nutshell, is
the story of ovulation. Questions!

Yes!

When do we start football?

Alright, I am going to hand out
your textbooks right now...

"Health and Human Sexuality".

Textbooks?

For Wednesday people,
you will read chapters...

One and two.
Do not read ahead.

Repeat -
do not...read...ahead!

 

Chapter fourteen...

The human reproductive system.

Lemme see it!
/ Hey! Come on!

Telling us not to read ahead
was like telling a pack of wolves

to stay away from red meat.

What's the matter Arnold?
Are you horny?

Yeah, I think Arnold's horny!
/Yeah, I think Arnold's horny!

Shut up you guys!

 

Oh my God!

 

Hi!

Hi.
/ Hi.

 

Watcha doing?

Nothing.

 

When are you coming
back to school?

Monday.

 

But...maybe we could do
something, tomorrow.

I mean, if you want.

Yeah.
I mean, sure! If you want.

Well, I'm going to my uncle's
in the morning.

But I'll be back around three.

Come on, Kev!
Let's go!

OK, well...bye!
See you tomorrow.

OK, bye.
/ Bye.

 

And thusly, a women's
anatomical construction

is fantastically adaptive
to the needs of a...

 

What's that word?

Burgeoning.

To the needs of
a...burgeoning human life.

 

This stuff's not that good.
Well, we could look up burgeoning.

But we had already
looked up "pre-natal"...

And "amniotic fluid"...

And it was clear we were
barking up the wrong tree.

Ha...

Working on your sex
education I see.

Not sure you boys are
old enough for this.

Give it back, Wayne.

I'll tell you what you guys should do.
You should get a real book.

A real book?
/ Yeah.

You should get "Everything you
always wanted to know"

"about sex but were
afraid to ask"

There's a book called that?

Yeah, sure, it was a best seller.
Just go to a bookstore.

Well...have you read it?

No, I don't have to.

The great ones go on instinct.

 

Oh, yeah. I go on instinct too.
/ I go on instinct

Yeah.

Instinctively...
We went to the bookstore...

First thing...
The next morning.

Holy mackerel!

 

You idiot!

What? That was it.
Didn't you see it?

Of course I saw it. But you can't
just rush in and grab one.

Why not?

Why not?

Because he'll think
we're perverts that's why not.

Well what do you want to do?

We've got to look around...
Get some other stuff.

Clean stuff.
Here - this looks good.

 

"Ivanhoe"?

Here, lets get one of these...
"War and Peace's", too.

OK.

Right. Now we
get the sex book.

 

Alright...Now put it
on the bottom...

And the guy will never
even notice what it is.

Maybe.

 

It's a lady!

Forget it. We've gotta go.
Let's put this back.

 

thirty-six hours old...

And never before had I seen
that kind of fire in his eyes.

 

Buy those books,
and act...casual.

What are you crazy?!

This was going too far.
I was a pervert... Not a felon.

Kevin, it's everything you always
wanted to know about sex.

Everything!

 

I'd like to buy these.

 

It's pretty advanced reading
for a boy of your age.

Thanks.

 

OK...

It'll be seven ninety-five.

 

Thanks! Bye!

 

Hey! there's twenty dollars here

It was about two miles from
the bookstore to my house...

We made it in just
under four seconds.

Come on, get it out!

 

Kevin! Lunch!
/ Oh, no!

 

Maybe I should stay here.
To watch the book.

Paul!

 

Kevin, slow down. You're
going to make yourself sick.

 

You done yet?

Paul! You just left,

you couldn't possibly
have gone all the way home.

 

I couldn't?

Mom, can I be excused?

No, you may not
be excused.

Now just sit down
and finish your lunch.

 

Don't forget - it's your day
to do the dishes.

 

We had about fifty dishes.

We did 'em in...
just under four seconds.

 

It's gone! (Gestures.)

 

It's gone.

Oh, my God!

My parents! No, wait,
we'd stolen it. Of course

the pretty lady. The police!

 

Wayne!

 

Oh, looking for this?

Gimme that, you jerk!

Well, I don't know. Think I'm going
to have to preview this for you boys.

It's hard to know
just how it happened...

But suddenly at that moment With
an intensity that no one in that room

Had previously thought possible...

Twelve-and-a-half years of pent
up impotent rage became potent!

 

Sort of... Wayne still outweighed
me by a good thirty pounds.

What's the matter with you!?

 

What is going on in here? (Frowns.)

 

Oh, my God!

 

Uh, Paul, I think you
better go home now.

 

Well, you gotta give
Paul credit for trying.

 

What are you boys
doing with this book?

Don't ask me. Kevin got it.

 

Kevin? Is that true?

 

Yes.

 

Wayne, go outside.

 

Kids...I don't know.

 

Kevin...

 

I am so disappointed in you!

At that moment I felt like
the lowest thing on earth.

I was a pervert,
a thief, a sneak.

I had always been her
sweet innocent little boy...

But at that moment

my mother couldn't even
bear to look me in the eye.

It's not so much...
your reading this book.

But what were you doing
in my dresser drawers, anyway?!

 

I guess my mother figured out
her mistake pretty quickly

because I never heard from either
of my parents on that topic again.

We seemed to have
a tacit understanding

that they wouldn't mention
my book if I wouldn't mention theirs.

 

When Winnie got back from her
uncle's we went for a walk in the park

Neither of us said a word
about it of course...

But we both knew the park
was where you went to make out.

 

As we approached
the baseball field...

I started to sweat.

Nearing first base...
second base...third!

Let's cut across the outfield.
/ OK.

 

I didn't know what to do...

Our first kiss had happened
so naturally

I couldn't even remember
how I did it!

Did I, did I breathe through
my mouth or my nose?

Well, I had to make
some kind of move.

 

There was a bug on you.

 

Thanks.

 

Some move.

 

Well, there was no turning
back now. We were here.

 

So... what do you wanna do?

 

I don't know.
What do you wanna do?

 

I don't know.
What do you wanna do?

 

I don't know...

 

"If you want
something to play with"

"Go and get yourself a toy"

 

"Baby, my time is too expensive"

 

"And I'm not a little boy"

 

The moment stretched out
so unbearably, I thought...

We'd both explode. It was clear
we were both stalling.

 

We knew what we were
here to do.

We both wanted it.

One of us just had to
come out...and say it.

 

Do you wanna
go on the swings?

 

Yeah...sure

 

And in the end, that's as far as
Winnie and I went that day.

Maybe we both felt
we'd come too far too fast.

Maybe we both realized

that growing up doesn't have to be
so much a straight line,

as a series of advances,
and retreats.

Maybe we just felt like swinging.
But what ever it was,

Winnie and I made
an unspoken pact that day...

to stay kids..
for a little while longer.

"Tell it like it is"

"Don't be ashamed"

"You have to let your
conscience be your guide"

"But I"