Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Embarrassing Moment
I’ve had a lot of awkward moments in my life. Being a klutz, it was normal for me to trip over air or hit something daily. In fourth grade, at the age of ten, I did something a little out of the ordinary. I was in my Science class, a class that I loved at the time. We were learning about plants and the water cycle, and my teacher Ms. DeLuise told us we could plant our own plants and see how they grow. I have to admit I was pretty geeky and excited to get a flower, the only bad part was that some people would have to share because she was short some flower packages. I was certain that I didn’t want to share my flower. My plan was to be the first one to go get their flower packet and then the ones at the end would have to share; I would already be busy planting my flower. The only issue was that Ms. DeLuise, though a sweetheart and every kids favorite teacher, was also very scatterbrained. While she was busy looking for some papers and writing assignments on the board, I was waiting patiently for the picking of flower packets to begin. As I was waiting, I started to get that feeling deep down. I started jiggling my leg but it wouldn’t go away. I thought of dry desserts full of sand and rolling around in the laundromat dryers, but nothing. I had to go to the bathroom, desperately. I thought in my head that we had to pick flowers soon, class was almost over. I could even take the packet with me in the bathroom, so I definitely wouldn’t have to share, it was a better plan then I had before. Finally, Ms. DeLuise realized what time it was and let us pick our flowers as I was getting up to rush over, I tripped on the side leg of my desk and fell…and peed. I couldn’t hold it in without my legs crossed. I thought I could get away with it, just rush to the bathroom and wait until the bell rang. That was until my archenemy, Mike Haluska yelled out to the class, “Stephanie peed her pants.” It was the worst moment of my life; I can still remember everyone turning to look at me on the floor. I didn’t even get a flower.
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