My Kids' School Encourages Porn

Either my daughter's school doesn't pay attention to what she turns in (and the credit given is merely indicative of it being completed, with no regard for content) or the Montessori Charter they attend is more liberal than I thought.

You will see that the assignment is to "Write a story. Tell how the snail gave out her valentine cards. Use some of the words below."



There is picture of a snail and a butterfly.  They seem to be gazing lovingly into one another's eyes. There are five lines in which to write a story. I'm sure most children submitted something like, "The slow snail and butterfly were forest friends, and gave a puppy and a bunny valentines. Everyone was glad. The bunny wanted to hurry to open hers."

Or, they went all, "some of the words" and left off the second sentence.  That would have been my style.  And certainly Monkey Boy's.  There is no such thing as "extra effort" in his world. I can appreciate that sentiment.

Princess?  Nope.  She saw the entire back side of the paper and saw nothing but opportunity.



And she seemed to correctly infer the amorous looks in the eyes of the two main characters.  These forest creatures were feeling frisky. So here is her story (I have corrected the spelling because she writes phonetically, despite her consistent 100% on spelling tests).

Hanna the snail was slow.

(Wait a minute.  What does she mean, "slow"?  Does Hanna have special needs? Because if so, this story just got even more twisted.  First the sex, now the obvious inclusion of some sort of deviant "special needs fetish behavior".)

She was on her way to deliver Valentine cards.  She went in the forest and she met Bunny.
"Hey, Hanna!" she said.  "What are you doing?"
"I am giving Valentine cards.  Here's yours."
"Thank you, Hanna.  You are so kind. May I come with you?"
"Why, sure." said Hanna.
Bunny was so glad.
Hanna accidentally went without Bunny.
"Hurry" said Hanna.
"Coming" said Bunny.

(I'm keeping my mouth shut.  Maybe it will turn around.)

...and on they went. On the way they met Butterfly. "Hi" said Butterfly. "Where are you going?"
"We are going to deliver Valentine cards. Here is yours."
"Thank you. Say, can I come with you?"
"Yes you can."
So on they went.  On the way they met Puppy.
"Well, howdy, y'all" said Puppy.
"Hi."
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Oh nothing", said Hanna.
"I know you are doing something" said Puppy.
"Now all you get your Valentines."
"Yaaaaaaay!"
"My pants fell down."
"So did mine."

(Wow.  This is where it goes south. And coincidentally, this is where the teacher encourages her the most, as evidenced by the photo:

Then, it gets even worse.)

"Let's have a party."
"No wait, a Valentines party."

(See?  They are all naked, wanting to have a naked party.  But they are concerned that if they admit they are having a naked party they might have to face their shallow sad lives of depravity. So they have a party under the guise of Valentine's Day.  St. Valentine would be shocked.)

and they all lived happily ever after.
The end.
Wait. It's not the end.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaa" they all said.

(She even remembered that, even during an orgy, it's important for each participant to..ahem...have an "ending". Just sick.)

Wow.  The subversive pornography.  Absolute smut.  My husband was shocked, and blames me and my disturbed mind. For me,I was sad that her spelling was so poor, and that the puppy was depicted as an ignorant hick. So, pervy, AND racist.