My last class before lunch is Business Law. It's at that point of the day where everyone is too hungry to really pay attention, but awake enough to participate. The teacher, Mr. A, is probably one of the coolest that I've had, even though my group is a pretty bratty bunch.
Business Law is... Hard to explain. We discuss business, laws, and the two combined, obviously, but we also talk about ethics a lot. And pop culture, but that's a side point.
Today we were continuing our conversation from yesterday on assisted suicide, medically of otherwise. We also debated the use of drugs to ease pain in terminally ill patients that shortened life, rape, prison, sexting, child pornography, and prostitution. The last topic brought up the most outcry, as in my "sheltered small town Minnesota" city there prostitution has never been a problem. There are plenty of sluts willing to spread their legs for a smile, sure, but no honest-to-god, paid, working-the-corner whores. I was the only one in the room, teacher included, that didn't pitch a fit or physically recoil from the idea of prostitution.
Why? Because I have absolutely no problem with someone selling their body for money. Not only is it a soul's own, personal choice, it's also the oldest profession in the world. We've had whores since civilization began, if not earlier. People, women in particular, have mastered the art of using sex as a bartering tool. And honestly? What's the problem with it? It's consensual intercourse between two legal adults, so who cares? I'll stay out of your bedroom if you stay out of mine, right? (Unless you invite me, but that's an entirely different matter.)
Honestly, the whole situation made me kinda sad. I mean, I'm fully aware of how moronic my classmates are. I mean, I spend 75% of my time with them. Still, it was disappointing to see how narrow minded they all still are, almost all nearly legal adults. These are not the kind of people I want able to vote. >.<
Anyhoo.
M and V are going through a rough patch. He wants to go military after high school but she's terrified of losing him. Both of them are super good friends, and I feel stuck in the middle. I'd meant to skip lunch, and told M he couldn't have my entree (I'm sick and stressed, and so not interested in food), but he gave me a look. I didn't want him to be suspicious or add to his worries, so I caved and had a salad, cookie, and chocolate milk. It only ended up being about 400 calories though. Ugh. "Only." Grr. The school's cookies are freaking delicious but made with full fat chocolate chips, and they're super big. Probably 3, 3 1/2 inches across. I've them down as 200 calories, which is probably too high, but I figured better safe than sorry. I had to laugh a bit; as I was leaving the lunch room I was bitching myself out for eating when I don't deserve it, particularly that cookie. It wasn't until I sat down to track my intake that I was panicking over a 200 calorie. The old me would've eaten four or five without a thought. Just goes to show how weird your perspective and priorities can get sometimes, I guess!
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