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It was the 7th grade. My teacher would only allow people to go to the bathroom based on a sign up sheet that she kept at her desk. Like most boys, I didn't plan on the urgency of my need to pee until I felt the pressure of Hoover Dam on my bladder.I went to her desk to sign up for a hall pass; there where 5 kids in front of me. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! (I didn't say that out loud, but I thought it!) It'll be okay, I thought. I just have to practice taking my mind off of the urgency of my bladder and allow distraction to take my mind off of peeing. For 15 minutes, it worked pretty well.However, minute 16 came, and my bladder rang the alarm like a faulty fire alarm. It was equal parts unbearable and unavoidable! The pain and pressure was so great that I could barely walk or form complete sentences.I return to my teacher's desk:Me: Mrs. (I forgot now), can I PULLLEASE go to the restroom? It's an emergency!!!!Mrs. What's her face: You can go as soon as (random kid with hall pass) returns. If it was that important, you should have signed up earlier in the day.Me: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! (I didn't say it, this time, either) but that little bastard had been gone for 15 minutes now.As a side note, the reason teachers had hall passes was to cut down on this type of behavior, because kids would use their individual bathroom breaks the way inmates used recreational time; it might be the only few minutes they get of freedom that day. They had to mitigate any real shenanigans by only allowing students to go to the restroom one at a time, so I can appreciate the administrative foresight in this strategy.Meanwhile, I'm about to bust like a can of biscuits, and I have NEVER felt this kind of pain/pressure before. It's so bad, that I couldn't even return to my seat. I made a U-turn to the teacher's desk doing the "Pee Dance" so she'd know this is not a drill.On my final attempt, she just lets me go. "Finally!!!!!" I thought, and was tap dancing my way down the hall. The distance from the classroom to the hall was no more than 50 meters, but I didn't make it more than 20 before the dam just burst. Urine exploded down my pants and I couldn't run, walk, or move.I felt an interesting mix of emotions, yet, in chronological sequence. It felt like the orgasmic ecstasy of finally getting release in waves, followed by an overwhelming sense of shock and horror at when and how this happened.My pants had a thick, dark, damp trail from my zipper all the way to my ankle. I tried to triage my pants by hurrying to the bathroom and using a combination of paper towels and the air dryer to conceal the evidence. No luck.I looked at my watch and realized that I was also taking more than 15 minutes myself, but there was no way in hell I was going to walk back into that class with a interstate lane of piss running down my leg.So I bolted past the class and straight into the principal's office, called my mom and told her I was sick and that I needed to call my mom to pick me up. When I got my mom on the phone, I told her what had happened, and she was in the car before she hung up the phone.Mom picked me up and got me home within 35 minutes. Because class was still in session, I thought I was in the clear, until my mom got a call from my teacher apologizing profusely for not allowing me to get to the restroom sooner. She and the rest of my classmates realized what happened when they walked out of class and saw this 50 meter long piss trail and no sign of me.It took a long time before I lived that down.

My school’s pretty chill and the teachers don’t mind if we eat in class as long as it isn’t a no food room.My AP world class in particular really enjoys eating food. We’ll have food parties about once a month, usually right after a unit test or before a school vacation. We pass around a sign up sheet so people know what to bring in. We had a huge food party the day before Christmas break and my teacher was so proud of the colossal mountain of food that we had. He stood outside the classroom and made sure to point it out to all the passing teachers.People also eat a lot in my English class, probably because it’s really boring. They’ll bring in bags of food and have a mini feast while my teacher rants about Donald Trump, the Republicans, Donald Trump, guns, and, oh, Donald Trump.None of the teachers mind. We just can’t eat in a class if it’s a no food room because that means that a student who is in that class at some point during the day has a food allergy.

Hermione, being the smart person in the Harry Potter trio, decided to jinx the DA sheet for a very good reason. Obviously, if you read the books you know a decent amount of people decided to sign up for the DA. But not knowing them all personally and not knowing if they were trustable, Hermione was clever enough to put a jinx on the sheet.Now of the people who signed up, you have the loyal students. The students who are actually interested in learning new spells that could save their lives one day. Then you have the smaller category of friends who are just following another friend around. Signing up only to hang out with the friend. Otherwise, someone who is not actually interested in learning spells, just interested in “"hanging out”. Now this category of people can be easily convinced to “accidentally leak” the secret meeting place of the DA meetings. Hermione knew the precautions to take. By jinxing the sheet, if someone who signed it leaked out the meeting place and time, they would immediately have horrible unremovable acne on their face that signified it was them who did it. If Hermione had told everyone before they signed up, people who wanted to be a snitch could have plenty of time to think of ways to avoid the clever jinx.