Unwisely: Part 9
The first time we talked in person again, after that class, I said, “One good reason.”
February292012
November42011
Hating Gym, Menarch Edition
By meee! Somewhere else!
“Forget school,” I said as another wave of pain shot through from my back to my thighs. “This fucking hurts; I’m going home.”
The counselor — the only female faculty in the office — however, had other ideas. “We don’t typically send girls home just because they have their periods,” she said. “You’re not actually sick, and we don’t want you to get in the habit of going home once a month.”
“Ms. H.” I was near tears. “I don’t know if I’m sick, but I do know that I’m not well enough to be at school today. Please can I go home?”
October292011
The Elizabeth Gabrielle Butler Angel Foundation
Johannah wrote this over at I Want to Walk in Beauty:
The last girl I mentioned, however, Elizabeth G. Butler, never got the chance to get away and regain her own life. She was robbed of that chance at just seventeen, and the entirety of my small hometown reeled in shock at the loss. We had lost her to something it had never occurred to us to be afraid of.
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