A small boy with big eyes under crooked glasses, Klayton was a sincere young man. Five minutes after the bell had rung he rushed in all a flutter.
"Can I talk to you in private?" He whispered.
(more) I started my class of middle school students identified with "special needs" and Klayton and I went into the hall for the requisite privacy.
“Sorry I was late.” He said. “I had an erection.”
Klayton went on to demonstrate how he felt forced to stand facing the wall slightly bent over to hide his bodily betrayal.
“It took awhile.” He said earnestly.
Seizing the teachable moment, I thanked him for telling me, and explained that a boner is not something you actually mention to an adult woman. “It’s kind of a secret thing.” I imparted. I explained how a binder can come in handy as a shield, and how untucking a shirt can hide unanticipated excitement. It happened to everybody. While I was talking, Klayton began to bend at the waist and turn slowly toward the wall.