It is the first week of kindergarten. Our teacher, Mrs. M, is firm with the rules. She keeps reminding us that we need to raise our hand before speaking, and never get up from our desk until the bell rings.
I interpret these rules literally, which puts me in a tricky position when I suddenly feel the urge to pee. I look at the clock...there is still fifteen minutes until the recess bell will ring. We’re supposed to be tracing our letter worksheet. I’m not sure what to do. Should I try and hold it? Should I raise my hand? I’m definitely not allowed to get up to talk to the teacher, who is seated at her desk. I tentatively raise my right hand in the air. But Mrs. M doesn’t notice. Uh-oh. New plan needed.
While I’m debating the best course of action, I feel pee slowly start to trickle down my leg. Now I’m in a silent panic, but there is no stopping it. I don’t have to look down to know that I have pee on my clothes and underneath my chair.
My friend Rachel, sitting next to me, looks down and immediately understands the situation. She gets up from her chair, and quietly and discreetly whispers to the teacher. Mrs. M comes over, and helps me get to the bathroom. Miraculously, no one else in the class notices anything amiss. I’m eternally grateful for Rachel.
Later, Mrs. M clarifies the class rules: if anyone needs to use the bathroom during class, please come tell her.
I interpret these rules literally, which puts me in a tricky position when I suddenly feel the urge to pee. I look at the clock...there is still fifteen minutes until the recess bell will ring. We’re supposed to be tracing our letter worksheet. I’m not sure what to do. Should I try and hold it? Should I raise my hand? I’m definitely not allowed to get up to talk to the teacher, who is seated at her desk. I tentatively raise my right hand in the air. But Mrs. M doesn’t notice. Uh-oh. New plan needed.
While I’m debating the best course of action, I feel pee slowly start to trickle down my leg. Now I’m in a silent panic, but there is no stopping it. I don’t have to look down to know that I have pee on my clothes and underneath my chair.
My friend Rachel, sitting next to me, looks down and immediately understands the situation. She gets up from her chair, and quietly and discreetly whispers to the teacher. Mrs. M comes over, and helps me get to the bathroom. Miraculously, no one else in the class notices anything amiss. I’m eternally grateful for Rachel.
Later, Mrs. M clarifies the class rules: if anyone needs to use the bathroom during class, please come tell her.
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