When ya gotta go

This happened in first grade. We had just gotten back from a bathroom break and taken our seats. Suddenly, I realized I really, really needed to pee. I raised my hand and asked to be excused to the bathroom.

This annoyed the teacher, and she said no I couldn't go to the restroom, we just got back, and that I would just have to hold it. I explained no I really, really need to go. This irritated the teacher even further, and she basically brought up the fact that I was a foster kid with no parents and that's why I hadn't learned self-control. Remember, I'm seven.

I stared that teacher straight in the eye and promptly peed my pants while sitting in my seat. Now, here's where my genetic disorder plays a part. My syndrome caused my bladder to get overly distended, because it was super stretchy. This would cause it to be huge before I would get the urge. No one, including myself, knew this at the time.

So when I let loose, I not only peed my pants. I flooded my seat, and it cascaded onto the floor in a huge puddle. The teacher's face distorted in disgust, and she asked if I had really peed my pants. I smiled up at her and said, "I told you I had to go. " Totally worth the trip to the principal's office.

Edit: The principal seriously said, "Urine a lot of trouble!" At least that is what I heard, lol