Papers....and Sex Education

I can enjoy a good paper every now and then....it can almost be satisfying...once its done. :S This semester has been the semester of papers unending! Well, I take that back, outside of Technical Writing 400 something, who really cares about the number, something upper division. I shudder as I recall its painfulness. I had a 25 page instructional manual due. It explained better building practices of Building Green. Boring? Oh believe me, it was. For some reason or another, I managed to save my paper to a temporary folder and didnt realize it; I beleive it happened in the shuffle of emailing my professor back and forth seeking help with revision. But two days before it was due, my computer went through its normal process of de-junking my computer files. :O You guessed it! I was right in the middle of typing out my Abstract when POOF, it vanished. I can't even begin to describe my hyperventilation. :S I somehow managed to stay up all night two days straight and somehow managed to get it in on time. I dont know how I pulled an A out of that class. I digress.

Anyway, This semester is a lot of writing, but I find that its intriguing subject matter. I was quite pleased with how it turned out. My assignment was to analyze the arguement in support of Abstinence-based Sex Education in America and suggest the flaws contained within. In addition, I was to develop the best method of Sex Education, using proven research as authority. There were 250 students in the class, only 10 A's were given, and I got one! I share this more out of sheer excitement than out of boasting. I'll share a portion, dont fall asleep, but if you must dont snore:

The debate surrounding sex education curriculum taught in schools has encountered controversy on many levels, the most critical being which content is most appropriate and crucial to incorporate into school curricula. All sides agree that the most important result should more effectively aid the reduction rate of teenage pregnancy and the spread of Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs). However, the most important facet of any argument lies in the presentation of reliable and valid conclusions by incorporating the adequate use of research methods. Lack of adherence to standard research protocol weakens and debilitates a claim of its potential validity. “School-Based Health Clinics and Sex Education” is a treatise that defends abstinence-centered sex education in schools. This essay examines three key weaknesses within the arguments of the treatise based on research methodology: correlation studies, statistical data, and exclusion of important in-text citations; it expresses and discusses a formal opinion on the subject of sex education in schools, reinforced by a peer-edited review, “A Multidimensional Approach to Sexual Education”(Mabray & Labrauve, 2002).

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Although imperfections and “flaws” have been identified in the presentment of research, I have come to understand that an abstinence-oriented foundation to sex education supplemented by need-based comprehensive material would best address the demands to help curtail pregnancy rates, reduce the spread of STDs, and provide adequate, appropriate sexual health information specific to the needs of individual groups of students. An abstinence-oriented foundation to sex education would guide school curricula in presenting the important information by segregating critical and detailed information tailored to student understanding, experience, and background. This would be directed under the scope of understanding the positive, long-lasting effects of abstinence, coupled with the dangers of promiscuity. My ideas have developed two-fold, from my own individual experiences through observation and my religious beliefs that sexual intercourse is intended only between man and wife within marriage (The Family, ¶ 4). Attending a high school where teen pregnancy and dropout rates were high and academic interest, financial income, and parental involvement was low; lead me to observe that each of these variables were involved in sexual education and could only be addressed individually and specifically within the construct of each District or region, and that a generalized federal program could not impact the specific affects aforementioned. My opinion is made valid by “A Multi-Dimensional Approach to Sexual Education”. Mabray & Labrauve (as cited in Carrerra, 1995) indicate, “The actual needs of local students and families must be assessed before a program can be implemented” (p. 8). Suggesting that in order to incorporate a comprehensive scope under the umbrella of Abstinence, many components of the community must be understood.
The study (2002) also states, “While acknowledging that teens should always be encouraged to abstain from sexual intercourse, the focus needs to include the sexually active adolescent [as well]” (as cited in Bean et al., 1998). In addition, factors of income, background, and academic status would be considered,
Those identified with the following at-risk indicators: female, lower-income family, lack of involvement in school, lack of performance in school, and number of previous pregnancies. According to Manlove (1998), school attachment is associated with a lower risk of school-age birth. Almost 60% of pregnant school-age teens drop out between the eighth and twelfth grades. High grades, high test scores, and high post-secondary expectations are associated with a reduced risk of school-age pregnancy (Mabray, 2002, p. 8).
In addition to validating my opinion-based observations, the studies indicated adhere to standard research reporting protocol. It is devoid of supposition-based inferences lacking citation; while each inference made has statistical data reported that explains the variables measured (Mabray & Labrauve 2002).

Well, now that you're all asleep, maybe you can think about what sex education to your children means to you and what you care or dont care about that is taught to your children in the classroom. I thought it was provoking material to analyze. Maybe my commentary will engage your mind and you'll want to know more! If not, glad you stopped and read what I had to say about it at least.

Inactive....

What a whilrlwind life! I fell in love, got engaged, and married. Im finishing up with my degree in December at BYU. Then were off to graduate school somewhere. (We'll start looking sometime during the summer). I am planning on starting up my blog again. So without further adieu, Ryan, the Red-head returns! Stay tuned for the exciting episodes that follow.

The Provo River

Today I floated the Provo river with some friends of mine. I was a little stressed at first about having everyone show up because the company that runs the show making you pay for people who dont show up in your reservation....YIKES! We had a lot of fun. Once you arrive at the location where the float ends, they pile you up in a bus and drive you to the Dam up Provo Canyon and drop you off; you get in the water, and off you go.....the water was about 50 degress F, oh man it was kinda cold, but after a few minutes you're so numb that you really cant feel the water let alone your lower extremities. The scenery was amazing! If I had been smart I wouldnt taken a water proof camera and taken some photos. I capsized a couple times from hitting hidden rocks in the water and other rapids that tossed me out of the tube. Likewise, Estee got carried away by the current while trying to get out of the river, and Dave and I had to chase after her. Jared, what a funny kid, decided to float down the river on an inflated plastic aligator named "Alex"..ha ha ha. So funny. There is a part in the float that you encounter a bridge that you refer to as "The Bridge of Death" mainly because there is a high possibility of smashing into the pillars below the bridge and puncturing the tube or worse smashing yourself into the bridge, which apparently has happened a number of times. They "recommended" that each tuber exit the river before the bridge and walk around it. However Jared encouraged me to float with him through the bridge. The current was suprisingly fast considering the river as a whole runs fairly slow. I had to lay on my stomach and paddle fast toward the right side of the river as we approached the bridge in order to float through the farthest right pile-on, I barely missed smashing into the wall of the side of the bridge as the river turned and continued down stream, but inevitable made it to the shore and rejoined the group. There were a lot of pines, scrub oak, a variety of wildlife, and of course on lookers out with their hoses trying to further drench passing tubers down the river. It was at such a passing that I slammed into a passing branch and fell out of my tube. (It is often difficult to avoid these, as the current is too fast to try and get out of the way) All in all the trip down the river took about 2 hours, not too bad and fairly relaxing. We were all drenched from head to toe, and thoroughly happy. We ended our outing at Bajios and called it a day.

Mischievous

My favorite past times growing up were to play cops and robbers on bicycles in my neighborhood growing up, having secret club meetings in a clearing of bushes or in abandoned houses in the neighborhood, and singing in my elementary school performing group. When playing cops and robbers I never really wanted to be the cop...being the good guy chasing down the bad guys never was that appealing to me, but I always enjoyed being the robber and I typically was very difficult to catch. There has always been something about being a little mischievious that has always been exciting to me. It is of this Mischieviousness that I wish to relate.

Now, to add a note of discretion, I have never done anything THAT bad, so lets not get carried away. I have seen this enjoyment of this need to be mischevious carried out in other times in my life as well. One time my cousin Camille, my sisters Alyssa and Melanie, a friend of ours named Todd, and I decided it would be fun to play hide and go seek in a local development of new homes. they had a grouping of 4 homes that were designated models that prospective clients could tour for the purpose of purchasing. I, being a mature 15 yr. old thought it wise to play parts, I decided to tour the homes as an interested architecture student (Im sure I was very believeable), my cousin Camille and Todd pretended to be a young married couple looking for a home, my other sisters went with them. The reason for this trickery was to avoid any accusations from the Real Estate Agent overseeing the properties that there was any tom foolery going on. Once inside our enjoyment began! I beleive I was "it" first while everyone hid. The nice thing about model homes is that they are well furnished with ample places to hide. I obviously had no problems locating everyone hiding (ha ha ha) which continued on for several more rounds. All of sudden my cousin Camille "had a brilliant idea" in which Melanie would be "it" and we would help Todd hide by having him ly down where the pillows are placed on the bed in the Master bedroom and then carefully place the pillows over the top of him and then we would all leave. Unbeknowns to him, we were all in on this little secret! I nonchalantly left the house walking past the real estate agent...trying to be subtle only to look out the window to see my cousin Camille and my sisters hop the fence and run full speed up the street. The real estate agent send a furiously condescending look, and I in turn politely smile back and book it out the door in pursuit of my cousin....no sooner had I left I turn to see the agent head into the house where Todd is conveniently hidden in the bed.

We all hopped into the car to eagerly await the outcome of said trickery, but to the surprise of my cousin Camille and my older sister Melanie who were seated in the front two seats of the car, two young men who happened to be standing out on the front lawn of the adjacent house where our car was parked just up the road from the model homes, approached the car, in what appeared to be an attempt at making friendly contact. Hmmm. The dialogue was (to the best of my knowledge) as follows:
gentleman #1: Hey guys, whats up? Whats you're names?
Camille: Oh Hi! My name is Ariel, and this is my sister Belle. What are your names?
Gentleman #2: Oh his name is ******* and my name is ******. Are you both in high school?
Camille: oh yes we go to school around here at _________ high school, what about you guys?

(I should mention that Camille had long since graduated high school, being nearly 22 and Melanie is sitting closest to the window where these boys are standing and she is repulsed by their manner of dress and appearance and moreover mortified that my cousin is having fun stringing them along, but read on the story gets better)

Gentleman #1: Oh we go to Orangecrest! ( I should clarify that Orangecrest was a continuation school for drop outs...which would make sense why they seemed so oblivious to the fact that we all had Disney names.....derrrr)
Camille: Oh wow! that is awesome......

At this point, we hadnt noticed that Todd had escaped the house not getting caught by the real estate agent, and was approaching the car.

Camille: ......you know Im married to that man coming up the road right there, his name is Eric, but Belle here still really needs a date to the prom.
(Melanie at this point was mortified, but they ironically seemed interested as "Eric" hopped in the car)
Camille: Well, we should keep in touch.....call us.
Then we drove away.

.....eternal bonds

There have been many instances in which I can express gratitude for loving parents and siblings. One recent experience that comes to mind happened not more than a couple days ago when I had an interest in expressing love to my father. I took the time to sit down with him and tell him how grateful I have been that he has always been there for me, for the simple sacrifices he has made for me, and more especially for the large ones. As I spoke to him, my eyes became moist as tender feelings of gratitude filled my heart.
We shared a tearful moment and then my father took the time to tell me of an experience he had when he was first called to be stake president at BYU. As he told of this experience, I couldnt help but feel the depth of the man I call my father. What a choice blessing it is to have eternal relationships that can extend beyond this life. Relationships where we can grow together in righteousness; where ties can deepen and expand. I imagine on a very small level that Heavenly Father's love for each of us has become such in a similar way. He has known us for an infinite amount of time prior to our arrival in this earthly probation in which he has seen our spiritual progress and has had the time for his eternally abounding love to flourish on part of each of us. This small realization could not have come but by having these meaningful learning experiences daily fulfilling my life here in this temporary existence.

A day in the life.....

Well blogging is an interesting thing.....I dont think I would even be blogging if I wasnt so blasted bored at work (dont tell my employer that though, Im sure he thinks that I love what I do second only to eating sliced bread). I tire of organizing the inventory upteenth times a day, re-counting the paper clips in the tray under my desk, and religiously checking my email and facebook accounts, so on to something new like blogging? I might as well give it a shot.

Today I woke up in cold sweat at four in the morning realizing that I was singing this Friday at the Scera Shell outdoor theater. I dont think that Im all that nervous, but I tend to get anxious about the unknown: Will a hit all the high notes? Will I go on to the finals? Will the band members screw up the melody line like they did in my last performance? Will the crazy piano man bob his head back and forth during the bridge? What will the comments from the judges be? ....It was 4 am, lame! Then I sat there thinking about all that I had to do today (which mind you isnt much) Wake up at 8 am, down a few Almonds for breakfast (because there is no refridgerator in the house...so cereal is out of the question), shower, look at my sleepy eyes in the mirror and wonder why I even got up this morning, then head to work to stare mindlessly at a computer, check facebook, read some insightful article or something to look busy until I leave at 5, at which point I will go over to my empty house in Provo and scrub my old bathroom to perfect...so that you could very literally eat off the floor. Otherwise I will have to redo it to satisfy the demands of the mom. Then I will go home read Jesus The Christ and go to bed. That is at least how I assumed the day will go.....from time to time I get wild spontaneos bugs that prompt me to do spur of the moment things like midnight raids at Wendy's or a late night showing with some obliging friends...and that has been the extent of my summer, aside from spending the entire month of May and a couple days in June completing my real estate licensing education. Sounds intensely fun, doesnt it? Anyone reading this? Oh....they all feel asleep!