When I finally got my period, I realized how much I had been lied to. People had spoken of it as poetry, honestly. And it was anything but. I was picturing something like basking in the first sun rays of spring. Not at all.
My stomach hurt bad and I thought I was peeing or the other. I was waiving my hand wildly trying to catch Mrs. Montgomery's eye. When she finally saw me and I asked to leave, she told me she'd write up a pink slip and I told her that I couldn't wait.
I run down the hall to the girls' room and once inside, it hits me what's going on.
Again, nothing like poetry. And were it not for the blood, I probably wouldn't have known what was happening.
So that did not make me feel like an adult. It left me scared and freaking out.
The second time I got my period is the first time I felt like an adult. I had a tampon and I knew it was coming in the next few days and I kind of had an idea what to expect. I was still nervous but not afraid.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):