Claire B. • Texas • 24
It happened in 5th grade. We had just had “the talk” the week before at school, and I thought there was no way that was just a coincidence. I had somehow jinxed myself and this was my punishment.
I first noticed when I went to the bathroom before lunch. I freaked out and tried to wipe it all away over and over, thinking it would stop, but it didn’t. I had no choice but to go on with my day just kind of waddling around and trying not to let anyone stand behind me.
At the end of the day, my teacher was passing back papers and having each student walk up to him to get theirs. I was sure my pants were soaked through by this time. Thankfully, he was standing close enough that if I just stretched really far I could reach him without standing up...except when he called my name and I did my stretch technique he made a big scene about me needing to “follow the same rules as everybody else” and made me stand up and walk around everybody’s desks to get my paper.
12 years later I’m not embarrassed anymore, but Mr. E still sucks.
