At the beginning of the 5th grade, we were all in the cafeteria to listen to the Principal talk about how important this year was going to be. Like everyone else, I ingnored him. Well, that year we seemed to take a WHOLE lot longer to finish his speech. About halfway through, I had to pee pretty badly, but I thought that I could hold it. Near the end of his speech, I was squirming like mad. I knew that I would never make it to the restrooms in time. But for some reason I didn't just run for the nearest bathroom, I tried to find a teacher to ask permission to go. The first one I found was my History teacher and he happened to hate my guts. He could tell that I REALLY HAD TO GO PEE, but he kept me there by saing things like "surely you can hold it until the end of the principals speech" and "you don't know how many kids I've seen try to get out listening to the speeches by using that excuse".
All of a sudden, I couldn't hold it anylonger. Pee started flowing like a river down by cream collored slacks, so of course the wetness was exteremly obvious. Luckally, noone noticed because the speech was over at about that time. I went to the nurses office to get some new panties and slacks, but the nurse insisted on calling my mother to tell her what had happened. She was pretty nice about it she put me on the phone and asked if I was okay. Then I asked her if she could run by our house and pick up a pair of my clothes. She said that she would. When she got to the schoool however, she had one of my smaller and more revealing mini-skirts and one of my little brothers DIAPERS! I asked her why she had brought a diaper and she answered that for the rest of the week I would have to wear a diaper "just in case of another accident" and that the skirt would make any possible diaper changes a lot easier. After I got dressed, I looked in the mirror and saw that the bottom of the diaper was clearly visiable. When I went to history, my teacher asked me in a loud whisper (the entire class could hear him) if the nurse had givven me a diaper just in case i peed my pants again! I tried to whisper my answer to him, but he ust said "Sorry, I couldn't hear you, speek up" until the entire class could hear me say that my mom had brought me a diaper. The whole class roared out with laughter. Then the class know-it-all suddenly came up with a nickname for me which has stuck even now in the 8th grade : "Pampers". The worst part of this was when my mom picked me up after school. She lifted up my skirt and proceded to check my diaper whial saying loudly "Pam, Dear, did you have annother accident, I hope not or else I might have to start your pott training all over again!"