Reply #26: Here, it was so awful I actually wrote about it in my novel [View All]

[GreenPartyVoter]

Dear Diary: Wednesday, May 14

This trip to France is going to be a disaster. Two weeks long.

Week one is PMS.

Week two is “Time-of-month”.

That seals the deal right there.


Jessica Gross’s Official Journal: French Trip
Thursday, May 15

We’ve left the school. It’s too dark to really write so I’ll add something later.


Dear Diary: Thursday, May 15

Ok, it’s not really so dark that I can’t see to write but I have nothing to report to Monsieur Hinckley at this time but plenty to tell you. As far as I am concerned, this trip rates ‘So far, so sucky’. If it weren’t for the fact that Kev was going on this trip, I think I’d rather stay home in bed. I am PMSing like crazy, and I made a really bad decision last night to shave my legs. Well, no that wasn’t the bad idea. The bad idea happened when I decided I didn’t like the stubble effect I’d gotten so I slapped some Hair-be-gone cream on afterward. I figured this way I wouldn’t even need to pack my razor. I’d be good til I get home… hair free for two weeks straight.
Well yeah. I’m hair-free now, but you know how on the back of the Hair-be-gone jar it says not to use the stuff after shaving?

They really mean that.

Now instead of having stubbly legs I have bumpy ones. After breaking Hair-be-gone rule number one I have broken out in weird blisters all around the knee I cut while shaving. And it itches so bad I could cry. I’ve had poison Ivy, scabies, and the chicken pox but even combined they have nothing on this rash as far as itchiness goes. (Though scabies was the freakiest, hands down. I mean we’re talking bugs crawling around under your skin. I know this for a fact because that’s what the girl in the bunk next to mine told me the summer I was at camp and got itchy bumps under my skin on my left elbow. She said it was scabies, bugs that got in my skin when I swallowed pond water while swimming, water in which parasite-carrying Loons did their business.)

Okay, we’re turning into the airport. I’ll check back in with you later.

I scooped up my backpack and limped down the narrow aisle of the school bus, following along like a good little trooper into the terminal. I was still really feeling bad, both for my knee and for the little bunny who once proved to the Hair-be-Gone people that they really had to put a warning on the back of their product about not using it on broken skin.

“Jessie, what’s the matter with your leg?” This came from my best friend Elsie, the only other reason to bother coming on this trip. I slumped up against the nearest chair in the waiting area and hauled up the cuff of my sweatpants and showed off the knee. Elsie’s hazel eyes got huge when she saw all the weeping blisters upon blisters, which was really saying something because her eyes were already massive looking behind her coke bottle glasses.

“Jeez, what is that?” She jabbed her finger at it, but I noticed she was careful not to touch it. Might be contagious after all.
Stuart Buckman butted in. “Yikes! You wash yourself with a cheese grater or what?” He shoved his pockmarked face down by my knee for closer inspection, then jumped back when I made like I was going to rub it against his face. Stuie is not real good with giving people their space, but occasionally he can take a hint.