I've already said I want to write about two things. My period and the vending machine at school. I don't like my period. I can't stand it. I get angry and upset when it comes. I know it's coming. But then I get angry anyway. When I have my period I really don't feel good. My stomach hurts. And I don't want the pads because they bother me, but I know I have to use them. I really don't like any of this and I don't understand why I have to have a period and so often too. It just has to happen. But I'm asking: why? It's a question! I've had my period for many years and the first time was at the beach at Castiglion della Pescaia. I remember it well. I know that even though I complain nobody can tell my period not to come, but I want to complain anyway because I think it's not right and it's not fair.
Then I want to talk about the vending machine at school. I always save up a lot of coins because you need coins especially. Every day I offer my teacher Valentina a bottle of water—and sometimes the other teacher too. And I get another bottle of water for myself. Regular water because I don't like sparkling water at all. I also offer Valentina a Fiesta or a Duplo, and Duplo is better because we share it. Sometimes Fonzies or chips too. I have so much fun putting coins in the vending machine and pressing the right buttons to get water, a Fiesta, a Duplo, Fonzies, and chips. Then I take the change because my dad always says it makes the people who use the machine right after me happy. The vending machine is really fun, especially because it's at school. I like offering something to my teacher Valentina. But she offers me something too. I think that's really nice and fun. But what I get from the vending machine isn't my lunch at school, because I bring nice sandwiches from home with ham and cheese that I eat in peace. I eat them in class or in the hallway, because I go out a lot to make phone calls.