Dear Diary,

I’m still in my period & I don’t wanna be. I hate it. I started on Wednesday which was bad cause of (grandma’s) funeral.

(as seen on a handmade calendar from December, 1986):

Started (my period) in 3rd hour. Bad cramps.

Dear Diary,

Hi. I started my period today. Oh, sorry, tonight.

I was supposed to start a week from now so this is my first real irregular period. Fun, huh.

Babysitting for Nancy next-door went ok. It’s 9:24 PM & I got school tomorrow so goodnight. Bye!

Dear Diary,

Well diary, this is it. I started my period today and boy, what a mess!

It soaked through to my jeans! I had to throw my underwear away. Listen to this though; for about a week or two, my mind has been talking to me about my period and saying stuff like, “Steph! you’re gonna start soon!” And I’ve been grouchy lately and I’ve itched down there too. Today…is history. I’m…mature…

HAHA! So how did you know I was gonna start? The brain knows everything.