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This is a true story about the time I wet my pants in kindergarten because the teacher wouldn't let me go to the restroom. Boy did my mother rip her a new "you know what"  (lol) I can laugh about it now, but it sure as heck wasn't funny back then.

I Thought It Was Me

I sat in the back raising and waving my hands 
I know she saw me...but she just ignored me 
Why? I asked myself...does she not like me?...I am just a child 
I thought it was me, I was shy...I did not know 
There were rules, but I knew it just couldn't be like this 
My hands were sweating and my legs were shaking...I was losing control 
She continued ignoring me...she began to look very ugly to me 
Time was running out...and time was of the essence 
Finally, my shyness could be held no more 
"TEACHER" I shouted... She looked baffled with her ugly face 
"TEACHER" I shouted again...the classroom went silent 
"What is it" she asked in her ugly voice 
Tears dripped, I could not speak...I cried 
Standing there, sobbing...being looked at by everyone 
My legs were shaking again...this time because I was scared 
Scared of what that ugly teacher would do 
Because, she never let me go...because I wet myself  
"This is school, this is kindergarten" I asked myself 
I want to go home
I did not know, I was shy...I thought it was me
 

My Youth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish 
11/27/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Delaney Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 5:37 PM
It’s no small thing for a child. Our parents potty train us and then the cruel teacher took delight in ignoring you. She would be an old lady now in a nursing home begging for the nurses to come put her on a bed pan....how is that for sweet revenge lol. Suz
Messina Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 8:49 PM
LOL...that would be a sweet revenge. She was a mean one...Thanks for stopping by and leaving a charming comment...Hugs Charlie
La France Avatar
December 5, 2018 at 10:18 AM
Charles, oh my gosh, I wish that I could say a few things to that mean teacher, poor little child, how scary and humiliating, I peed on my first day of school too, but no one was that mean to me. Well done for the contest and a FAV for me and a winner ~
Messina Avatar
December 5, 2018 at 8:22 PM
Thank you so much, Dear Heart. I can only hope that when you peed (lol) it was because of excitement. Thank you for cheering me up...your a swell gal! ~
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 28, 2018 at 10:47 AM
Hello Charles, the teacher was in the wrong not letting you go to the bathroom when you needed to go. I hope that teacher lost her job because she would not let you go to the bathroom. have a nice day my friend.
Messina Avatar
November 28, 2018 at 1:00 PM
Hello Darlene, I do think she was fired a couple years after, because of her bad drinking habits...Oh well. Thank you my dear friend. Have a lovely day!
Krutsinger Avatar
November 27, 2018 at 11:43 AM
So sad, but so in touch with little Charlie you are, it comes into our minds as fresh, happening yesterday, or even today. Teachers have no idea how they are god-like in the children's minds. A smile or a mean look can uplift or devastate a little one. BRAVO!
Messina Avatar
November 28, 2018 at 1:03 PM
You are so right, Caren. Especially at the young age of kindergarten or even grammar school. Thank you for your comments. Have a nice day!
Warrior Avatar
November 27, 2018 at 7:52 AM
I would have stood on her table...and let Niagara falls have its ways lol...great write my friend...we've all had similar teachers, I'm sure...love & let loose...^WW^
Messina Avatar
November 28, 2018 at 1:05 PM
LMAO...Now why didn't I think of that :) Yeah, I'm sure I am not the only one. Love & let loose...~CM~
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