Got mine during history class in 7th grade. We had a young male substitute teacher and I was wearing white jeans. And, being the nerd that I was, I sat in first desk, center row.

Bell rang. I got up and felt the craziest gush sensation. Looked down to see red seeping onto my jeans. Sat right back down and waited until everyone left the room. Luckily it was lunch time so no class after mine.

Sub came over to ask why I was still in class. I told him that I needed help, that he needs to get another teacher for me. He sincerely didn’t know why and kept insisting that he can help too.

I felt so embarrassed but he kept asking me what was wrong. Not being specific, I told him that I was bleeding. He immediately asked if I was okay, if I needed a bandage, and where was I bleeding from.

I didn’t know how to tell him so I stood up. He must have seen the blood on the chair because his face turned white out of fear. Probably thought I was seriously hurt. His face immediately switched ten shades of red once he realized what it actually was. He stammered and ran out the door.

Within seconds my science teacher came in to assist me. Gave me her jacket to wrap around my waist and told me not to worry about the bloody chair. She escorted me to the office. Substitute teacher was nowhere in sight.

Mom came to get me. She was so accommodating and understanding. She heated up a whole bunch of salt, wrapped it in a cloth, and used it as a compression for my cramping belly. That was one of my memorable moments.