June 25, 1977 Saturday

Dear Diary,

Today was not a good day at all!

This morning I was out collecting those

stupid pop bottles when you’ll never

guess in a million years who drove by

on his bike….you guessed it…

Andy Meredith! I was so humiliated

I couldn’t keep the tears back and

just started blubbering right there

on the side the road like an idiot! I’m not

sure if he recognized me or not as

I was covered in pickers and weeds.

My mom and dad couldn’t understand

why I was so embarrassed. Then just when

I thought that could be the most embarrassing

thing that could ever happen to me in the whole wide

world I got my period right there on the side

of the highway in front of a zillion motorists!

Ahhhhhh!!! I will NEVER show my face

again as long as I live. That ended the pop bottle hunt for

sure and mom and I ran to the supermarket for

well…you know what. I wonder if Andy

Meredith knew I was hemorrhaging…Oh my

God, Oh my God… I don’t know if I’ll be able to show my

face around this  neighborhood ever again! Life

couldn’t get any worse than it already is!

Love, Mary