… that I peed my pants in the third grade?
What can I say? It’s late and I need to post something.
Third grade was fine otherwise, except for THAT day. Well and the one where I got in trouble for talking too much in social studies and the teacher made me go back into my home room class and write my name on the board in front of the TAG (talented and gifted) kids. That wasn’t so fun either.
Anywho, on with the pee story.
I had to go after recess but I guess I ignored my urges and missed my chance. When we got back into class and were working on something I REALLY had to go. I walked up to my teacher’s desk and asked her for the hall pass. I clearly remember her slathering on her bright red lipstick while asking me why I didn’t go when everyone else did after recess. I told her I did not know but that I had to go now.
She refused me the the pass and pointed to my chair with a very stern finger to sit back down. So like a good little girl, I did. And then not too long after than, my bladder gave out.
I. was. mortified.
And, honestly, I’m pretty sure she was too.
Most things are a blur post-accident except I do remember the puddle in the blue chair and one little boy named Johnny asking me, “did you do that?” Um, yep, that was me, thanks.
I assume my mother was called to bring me a change of clothes, but honestly, I don’t remember. I know I didn’t stay wet all day, so that must have been the case.
I was mad at that teacher for a while. As a matter of fact, she went to the same church as my family and I would often see her there and think that it wasn’t a very Christian thing that she did that day. I understand trying to teach kids a lesson but NOT when it comes to their bladder and TOTAL embarrassment in front of their classmates. NOT. COOL.
I did get over it but even to this day, if I see her at my parents’ church while we are visiting, I think of her as “the teacher who didn’t let me ‘go’ and therefore caused me to pee in my chair.” What a way to go down in my mental history, huh?
So to all you teachers out there. PLEASE, I implore you, let the kid go pee. ‘Cause like Annie says, “When you gotta go, you gotta go…”