As we sat in the classroom waiting to be instructed, we noticed that a classroom discussion was on today’s agenda .After everyone settled in their seats, our English teacher announced that today’s discussion was about the idea of illegalization of abortion. Students who were in favor of the idea moved to the right of the room, and those who opposed moved to the left. I picked the right side and Jasmine picked the left. I had always thought people who had apportions where just irresponsible people who don’t want to take care of the mess that they had made. When I was time for us to explain why we had chosen our sides, I volunteered to express my thoughts first. After I finished expressing my thoughts to the room, Jasmine slowly said, “I had an abortion.” When Jasmine said those words, I stomach began to turn. Out of anger I asked why, and she explained how she was raped and she couldn’t afford to raise a child. Then she explained how no one in her family would help her and she didn’t want trust the process of adoption. As I listened, I became more intense with anger. When Jasmine saw the anger and disappointment on my face, she told me that there was nothing else she could have done at that moment and she was scared. She knew that having the baby would eliminate her chances of finishing high school and going to
As we sat in the classroom waiting to be instructed, we noticed that a classroom discussion was on today’s agenda .After everyone settled in their seats, our English teacher announced that today’s discussion was about the idea of illegalization of abortion. Students who were in favor of the idea moved to the right of the room, and those who opposed moved to the left. I picked the right side and Jasmine picked the left. I had always thought people who had apportions where just irresponsible people who don’t want to take care of the mess that they had made. When I was time for us to explain why we had chosen our sides, I volunteered to express my thoughts first. After I finished expressing my thoughts to the room, Jasmine slowly said, “I had an abortion.” When Jasmine said those words, I stomach began to turn. Out of anger I asked why, and she explained how she was raped and she couldn’t afford to raise a child. Then she explained how no one in her family would help her and she didn’t want trust the process of adoption. As I listened, I became more intense with anger. When Jasmine saw the anger and disappointment on my face, she told me that there was nothing else she could have done at that moment and she was scared. She knew that having the baby would eliminate her chances of finishing high school and going to