I remember being 15 & going in for my SAT Test. I had to bring a clear container for a purse so the Proctor could see I did not bring in notes. I remember the look of disdain he shot me when he saw a pad in there. I remember sitting down, embarrassed, experiencing horrible cramps & gushing blood. That was the day I became my version of a feminist. The playing field should be equal. There was a boy from my high school sitting next to me. He didn’t have a care in the world. He wasn’t afraid of bleeding through his jeans. He did not have to endure horrible cramps while trying to answer math questions. I found out the next year that we had scored the same on the math section. If I had been able to think clearly, concentrate on the questions without worrying about bleeding through. There was no equal playing field that day.
