Sadly, it's not uncommon for us 9th grade teachers to have pregnant students in the class, quite often they get pregnant over the summer in between their 8th and 9th grade years and I never know quite how to respond to them. I hardly feel comfortable squealing "Congratulations!" like I would to a colleague, but we seem to be at an age where we're expected to never say or do anything that may damage a student's ego, so I can hardly visibly wince and say "Yeesh. Your mother must be proud. What the hell are you doing, having sex at 14 or 15 anyway? Gross... Don't you still watch Nickelodeon?"
Now, I know I can't judge all pregnant teenagers the same way, but I'm certainly entitled to an opinion that this charming little lady inspired in me:
Pregnant Teen: (Groans and rubs her exposed belly as she hikes up her t-shirt all the way up under her breasts) Man, I love me some dick.
Friend: Shh, there's teachers...
Pregnant Teen: I don't care. I LOVE DICK and that's why I got this way...
I wish I were joking, or at least exaggerating or paraphrasing, but I'm not. She bears her bump more as an announcement to her enjoyment of sex rather than as a symbol of her love of children and the desire to nurture her own and the dream of raising the child with a partner she felt worthy of the privilege.
She's messed up. Her kid will be messed up.
And the fantastic cycle of shitty parenting, abuse or neglect, and preventable disabilities continues.