Awkward For A Period

, , , , | Learning | June 26, 2017

(I’m a male but people often mistake me for a girl. It’s about fourth period and I’m feeling ill and ask to go to the nurse’s office. When I get there, this exchange happens.)

Nurse: “Hello! What’s the problem?”

Me: “I feel like throwing up and I’m kind of dizzy.”

Nurse: *without even checking my temperature or anything* “Are you on your period?”

Me: *open jawed in disbelief* “Um… I’m a boy…”

(About a minute of awkward silence passes.)

Nurse: “Oh! Well, you can lie down back here, then.”

(The nurse ended up letting me go home without even checking if I had a fever and my mother later received a very apologetic call from the school nurse.)

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A Signature Death

, , , , | Learning | June 20, 2017

(We are going on a trip in the new couple of weeks, so consent forms have been sent out to our parents for us to return to the school reception.)

Me: *handing form over* “Here you go. Year nine, [Group].”

Receptionist: *taking it* “This is a consent form.”

Me: “Yes. Year nine, [Group].”

Receptionist: “It needs to be completed by your parents and returned to us.”

Me: “I know. They’ve signed it.”

Receptionist: “They need to complete it in case something happens.”

Me: “I know.”

Receptionist: “Like you die.”

Me: “…”

(She hands the form back to me and wanders off. I turn to the other receptionist.)

Me: “Can you?”

Other Receptionist: “Sure… I don’t know about you, but that was really weird.”

Me: “Don’t worry, though. I’ll try not to die at the library.”

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Erasing Common Sense

, , , | Learning | May 31, 2017

(My friends and I often stay in the library during lunch, and this is one such time. There is a small area with couches in the center of the library, and I, my friend, and a lot of her friends are sitting there. Randomly, a girl throws an eraser at someone else, and the eraser equivalent of a food fight ensues. I do not participate. At one point, it gets exceptionally loud, with everyone laughing and yelling. I figured, this is a library; we shouldn’t be doing this.)

Me: “Stop throwing erasers!”

Librarian: “[My Name], don’t you know better than to yell in the library?”

Me: “But…” *everyone else is still throwing things at each other*

Librarian: “You know better.”

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Off-The-Clock Guidance

, , , | Hopeless | May 9, 2016

(When I am 12 years old, my family moves to a different city. It isn’t far from our old one, but I am still unhappy about moving and I’m not adjusting well. This happens when my mom takes me to register for middle school. I start wandering and find my way out to the bleachers behind the school. I’m completely alone.)

Man: “Excuse me? Miss?”

Me: *surprised, but still upset* “What? Who are you?”

Man: “My name’s Mr. [Name]. Do you need help?”

Me: “No! Leave me alone.”

(Instead, he joins me on the bleachers, but sits a few inches away.)

Man: “I’m sorry, but students aren’t allowed here right now. Where are your parents?”

Me: “My mom’s in the office. I don’t want to go to school here, but I have to.”

Man: “A lot of students have trouble adjusting to middle school. That’s normal.”

Me: “No, it’s because we had to move. I don’t want to be here.”

Man: “What’s the matter?”

(Long story short, I don’t know why, but I ended up telling him how I missed my friends, my old town and home, and was upset because no one seemed to care that I was upset, and he sat there and listened until my mom eventually found me. I did go home feeling better. When I went to school on the first day, I found out he was my guidance counselor, but he didn’t know me when he spoke to me, either. He was just concerned about seeing a young student by themselves. It’s been 10 years and I still feel grateful for what he did and sorry I was so rude to him!)

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