• When I was a freshmen, I found out at lunch that I started my period. I didn't have anything, neither did any of the girls I knew. I went to the nurse, getting one of the tinest tampons I have ever had. It was like the size of those white erasers you use in art. It lasted about twenty minutes and I had two more classes left until I left school. I called my mom, who of course wouldn't do anything, so I had to deal. In seventh period(ahhh the slight irony) I went up (more like down, it was on the bottom floor) to the nurse and told her my situation. Though it sucked, I got out of that stinky class, woot. I called my neighbor, who would come pick me up. I, for the remainder of time, had to sit in the nurses office while the red stain was growing larger. My neighbor didn't make it to school until after the bell rang, so then I had to go outside and wait for them (husband came with, gahh). I found out that they went and got me pants and underwear, which was pointless in the end. So I went home to throw that mess away, no point of saving it.


    It sucked alot.