There's nothing April Foolsy for my daughter and the fifth-grade classmates at her school today. This morning was the long-awaited "health movie'' that she and her friends have been whispering about for weeks. It all began, to be precise, at 9:05 a.m. While she and her female friends stayed in one classroom, the boys gathered in another.

So far, my daughter has been reluctant to allow me to engage her in conversations about the topic of the day. "Ewwwww, Mom,'' she says. We'll see how it goes post-movie.

The day has long-been anticipated. Weeks ago the school mailed letters advising parents about the movie. We needed to return a slip giving permission for our children's inclusion in the event, facilitated by the school nurse. And adults were invited to view the movie in advance.

Roll it back to my own fifth-grade "movie'' experience. To my knowledge, no letters went home. No permission was sought. No movie previews were offered.  And the boys got an extra recess while we girls remained in a darkened room with the teacher, no nurse. (Am I the only one of a certain age who remembers it that way?)

As far as I know, however, the changes brought on by adolescence are unaltered. And the facts of life remain the same.