Early one day in my freshman year of high school, I discovered that I had leaked through my pad, and had several spots of blood on my pants. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really anything I could do about it at the time, and had to just try to hide it for the rest of the school day. Luckily I was wearing a long sweater that day that could cover the spots fairly well, even though I wasn’t certain that they were completely covered.
I was in my French class later that day. I went up to the teacher to ask her a question, and as I was turning around to walk back to my desk, I heard her gasp and say something in French (which I didn’t understand) in a tone of voice like she just discovered something she wasn’t supposed to know about. About five kids who seemed to understand what she said looked at me and laughed. Had she just seen the spots on my pants and announced it to the class? My only regret then was turning around to give the teacher a look, which probably only confirmed whatever she said to be true.
To this day, I still don’t know what she said or if she even saw the spots on my pants, and chances are, I’m better off not knowing.