The other day in class during a lecture, Shannon leaned over and whispered "I'm wearing a white skirt with no underwear while I'm on my period...I LIVE DANGEROUSLY." For many valid reasons, I found this unbelievably hilarious.
On a different occasion, I had bled through my underwear and excused myself during class to go to the bathroom. I rinsed them out rather furtively and was waving them about under the hand dryer when someone walked in. Thankfully, it was Shannon. I can't honestly say there's anyone I want to walk in on me while I'm drying my undies at school, but I think Shannon would definitely be the best person to walk into that situation.
I guess where I'm going with this is, Shannon gets it: she got her first period when we were in third grade. We went to elementary school together, but I have awkward parents and didn't know what any of the mysterious looks and vague references to "girly stuff" meant. Besides, Shannon and I weren't terribly close back then (read: Shannon thought I was super weird and creepy, because I was).
Apparently, Shannon's devotion to organic food stems from her tragically early entrance into the very shittiest part of womanhood. The hormones in milk and meat and some other non-organic foods can trigger puberty in young kids. Another result of this is that Shannon was about 5'3" in fourth grade. Which, admittedly, makes for some pretty funny class photos.
No comments:
Post a Comment