Colleen’s Monologue from Catholic Schoolgirls by Casey Kurtti

Colleen: Sister told everyone to finish up with their desks and pack up. I felt
something. I tried to close my legs so it would stop. I held my stomach in,
but it kept leaking. I didn’t know the whole thing was so messy. I was afraid
to move. I asked Sister if I could go to the bathroom, but she hit me. The
boys started coming into the room, but she didn’t care. I put my hands over
my face, but she kept hitting me. She dug her nails into my side, and
pushed me face-first into the blackboard. Everyone was looking at me. Then
she made an announcement to the class, that in all her years of teaching,
she had never come across someone with such a lack of concern for their
personal hygiene. She said these things, right in front of everyone! I thought
I was going to die. I ran to the nurse. I never want to go back there again.
She wanted me to feel guilty. I do feel guilty. I wish I was dead. I wish I never
had to see her, or anyone, ever again. I wish I had never become a woman.
I’m no good at it. Is that what you wanted to hear, Sister? All right. I’m no
good at it.