So I got my first period on vacation, during the summer. Sounds better than at school, right? Wrong. We were staying in the Ritz in the Caribbean, one of the best places to go swimming. Once I figured that I had gotten my period, I rushed to my mom, who only had the super-huge tampons and no pads. The tampon didn’t fit, however and from the sixth floor all the way to the beach and back, it was only half in me. When I finally got back, and into the bathroom, the tampon fell out. My mom was in the town, buying pads, so I sat on the toilet for roughly half an hour, waiting. When she finally came back, I was so happy. The second day, I had a small tampon, and we were walking in the town. After fiveish hours, I needed to go pee, so I want to the bathroom. I had bleed through my tampon and swim suit (which was pink, thank god it didn’t look too bad). We rushed back to our hotel and for the rest of the week I didn’t sit on anything white, especially when I was in a wet bathing suit.
vacation=ruined