The teachers were different in those days. Growing up in a small town, my parents knew most of the teachers outside of school.
I didn’t get paddled much. I was a quiet kid. I was a good kid. I hated getting into trouble.
I also dreaded it. I knew it was coming. I knew I didn’t have those fake ‘bucks’ to get a restroom break, I had already used five ‘bucks’ for something else. I don’t remember what.
I asked and was refused a restroom break. I asked again and was told I needed a certain number of those ‘bucks’.
What could I do? I was scared to death. My heart was pounding. I was a kid, what options did I have?
I dug through the desk. I dug out everything and laid it all on the floor. Every wadded up paper, every broken pencil and crayon, on the floor. I was obviously very desperate to find one of those colorful ‘bucks’.
There weren’t enough. As I had known all along. Everyone in class was staring at me the whole time. The teacher wasn’t going to let me go to the restroom.
I don’t remember her name. I really don’t care to remember anyway. What kind of teacher makes a little kid pee their pants in front of the whole class?
I was sent out of the class. I remember a counselor or something giving me another pair of pants from some school closet. I don’t even remember if I was sent back to class or not. I blocked most of that day out I think.
I never had a high opinion of schools and teachers after that. I remember I had a real loathing for my mean 4th grade teacher Mrs. Coop! I did get a little crush on my 5th grade teacher, Miss Melanie Griffith (Griffin?).
Dang if Miss Griffith didn’t turn up as one of my 6th grade teachers, spelling I think! Later I heard she was dating the limping science teacher, he was always kind of funny, but I didn’t like him after that.
To make this post short.... I really really really hate the idea of not letting kids go to the bathroom!!!! I really really really really hate it!!