What I Learned in Health Class

When fakes are presented often enough, they become their own kind of facts

Illustration by Bea Hayward

Freshman year of high school, we had to take Health Education with Mr. V., whose wire-rimmed glasses and khaki pants I can still see as clearly as if they’d been worth remembering. I dreaded Mondays because sometimes at the start of class, he would tell everyone that he and I had seen…