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That's all we're gonna talk about to...
How you feeling?
Humiliated.
knows I'm pregnant?
You puked in front of 30 teenagers.
I think everybody knows.
- Hey, Jasmine.
- Hey.
I just wanted to see if Ms. Abbott
was feeling better.
Yeah. I'm okay.
- Thanks.
- Okay. Y'all have a great weekend.
Hey, wait. Jasmine, when are you
gonna give me your list of colleges?
I haven't narrowed it down yet.
Okay, well, do you think you could
give it to me in homeroom next week?
Yeah.
Look, if you need any help,
you know where to find me, okay?
Yeah, leaning over a trash can.
- Bye, Ms. Abbott.
- Bye, Jasmine.
With pollen crushed into its stigma,
the hammer orchid is fertilized.
The little dummy female withers,
its purpose served.
- How do you know?
- Trust me. You can tell.
- She's not showing.
- I'm telling you. She's pregnant.
- Are you guys talking about me?
- No, we know about you.
- Garrett thinks Jasmine Davis is pregnant.
- Jasmine Davis? No.
Oh, she's pregnant.
I just don't understand how these girls
get themselves into these situations.
It's like they want to get pregnant.
All you got to do is go to the school
clinic, get yourself some condoms.
And it's only gonna get worse
when CPS closes all these schools.
A huge chunk of 'em
are just gonna drop out.
I'm telling you. She came up to me
in the lunchroom...
in my line, came up to me acting
like I want her dirty-ass dude,
and I'm like, "B*tch, I'm not trying
to talk to his dopey ass."
Let her know.
She think I'm trying to talk to him
because we lab partners.
You know I ain't pick his ass.
His breath stinks so bad.
- I'm trying to get away from him.
- He do have stink breath.
Ms. Abbott,
can you play checkers with us?
No, thank you. I'm just gonna borrow Jasmine
here for a second. Want to come with me?
Chynice,
rotate in.
Are you pregnant?
You're pregnant.
- How did this happen?
- You the science teacher.
Come on, Jasmine.
Ms. Abbott, you know me
since freshman year.
You know this isn't something
I planned on.
How pregnant are you?
Ten weeks.
And who's the father? Another senior?
Nah, this boy I been
talking to for a while.
He don't go here.
Don't worry.
- I'm not gonna drop out or nothing.
- Well, no sh*t you're not gonna drop out.
I know, but you was just all hard up
on me going to college and stuff.
Well, Jasmine, you have to at least apply.
You've got a 3.8 GPA.
I know.
So do you think
that you want to keep it?
I don't know.
All right.
- Yes?
- Hi.
I just found out that
one of my students is pregnant.
- I don't know what the protocol is or...
- Is she in a dangerous situation?
I don't... I don't know.
She's one of my best students.
I haven't noticed anything
out of the ordinary.
Well, unfortunately, that kind
of thing happens a lot here.
We have some pamphlets.
There are resources.
We have a daycare here at the school.
She'll have to go on homebound when she
gets closer to delivery. What's her name?
Jasmine Davis.
- I'll put a note in her file.
- Okay. Thanks.
Hey.
- Where's Grandma?
- At work.
You gonna spoil your dinner
if you eat all them Cheetos.
I decided to keep it.
Are you sure?
- Yeah. I'm sure.
- And you know all of your options?
You mean, like, give it up
or have an abortion?
Yeah.
I'm gonna keep it.
All right.
- What are you gonna do?
- About what?
Oh, I'm... I'm gonna keep it.
Cool.
There's some scholarships on here I think
you could get. Your grades are really good.
- What schools were on your list?
- I was really excited about Illinois.
Illinois. That's where I went.
That would be perfect for you.
Ms. Abbott, ain't no way I'm going
to Urbana with this baby.
Well, let's just look, okay?
I know they have family housing.
There.
Yeah, maybe.
Jasmine, you have to go
to college. Okay?
I mean, that decision is more important
for your baby than anything else.
If you were planning on going to college
before you found out you were pregnant,
you should stick with it.
a pregnant girl from Englewood?
We're gonna find one that does.
Oh, sorry, Ms. Abbott.
Hey, Grandma.
With Ms. Abbott
doing some college stuff.
Okay, hold on. Ms. Abbott,
can you drive me home?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, she said she's gonna
drive me home, Grandma.
Okay, I will. See you tonight.
- She said thanks.
- No problem.
I bet you know everything
about having a baby.
You got it all planned out, nursery painted,
always on your way to prenatal yoga.
How is someone always
on their way to prenatal yoga?
- Never even been to regular yoga.
- What? Didn't you take it in gym?
No, I took square dancing. They didn't
have yoga when I was in high school.
There was this yoga place on my way
home from work. I've just never been.
Lifting up out of your left hip,
open your right knee toward the right,
and rest your toes on the ground
with your heel above your ankle
or bring the sole of your foot
to your inner calf.
Feel free to lift the hips a little higher
if this feels too intense.
Turn your heart center
toward the ceiling.
Open your left knee toward the left.
Give your knees a baby bend.
- Sprawling with your fingers...
- Is it weird doing this with your teacher?
Nah.
Okay, it's a little weird.
Rest your hands on your belly
and feel free to close your eyes.
Begin to deepen your breaths
and focus on the life that is moving
and growing within your belly.
- Is everything okay?
- I don't feel anything.
Try closing your eyes.
You know, I thought I would feel
different when I was pregnant.
What do you mean?
I mean, I don't know.
Do you feel different than before?
Yeah. I think I feel pregnant.
I've been having dreams about the baby.
I don't have any dreams.
- Never even changed a diaper.
- What?
Yeah, I'm really unqualified
for motherhood.
Don't you have brothers and sisters?
No, my parents got divorced
when I was little.
- Don't your friends have babies?
- No, not yet.
But you're old.
No, I'm not. I'm 30.
My sister's 23, and she got two kids.
Are you sad the school's closing?
Yeah, I am.
- You?
- Yeah.
I'm glad I'm a senior, though,
so I don't have to worry about it too much.
Right.
So you gonna stop teaching
and just be a stay-at-home mom now?
Stay-at-home mom.
Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.
You know, I was gonna apply for
this job at the Field Museum, but...
now that I'm pregnant,
I don't think I can do both.
- What's the job?
- Well, it was kind of my dream job.
It would be helping to design the high school
science curriculum for the whole city.
- That's cool.
- Yeah. Yeah.
What about you? What's your...
what's your dream job?
I think I want to go into business.
I always wanted to be one of those ladies
that gets dressed up in a suit
to go downtown, tell people what to do.
Yeah, you'd be good at that.
Yeah.
It's right over here?
All right, you ready to start working
on this college stuff tomorrow?
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