Tuesday, October 21, 2014
My Shame Story
I don't know what triggered to remember this story in class the other day, but it did. I hadn't really thought about it since probably 8th grade. This could be because the one person I have told before this no longer goes to the same school as me. The story takes place during ISATs in third grade. I had a slight urge to go to the bathroom and asked the teacher if I could go. She said unless it was an emergency I wasn't allowed to go. I took this the wrong way and believed I could not go to the bathroom at all. I had the urge to go ask the teacher again, but when I looked at the clock there was only twenty minutes left in the class. I believed that I could obviously hold it for twenty minutes. Well I was wrong because about ten minutes later I couldn't hold it any more and the warm liquid flow down my pant leg. Luckily the pee did not spread out under other people desks. I stayed seated until everyone was gone and then made the shameful walk up to my teacher and told her that I had peed my pants. They need to call my mom to get me a new pair of pants. I went to the next class about twenty-five minutes late. This is where the one person I told, who name will not be named, asked me what had happened. Since then I don't think I have ever told anybody else. I don't know what triggered to remember this story in class the other day, but it did. I hadn't really thought about it since probably 8th grade. This could be because the one person I have told before this no longer goes to the same school as me. The story takes place during ISATs in third grade. I had a slight urge to go to the bathroom and asked the teacher if I could go. She said unless it was an emergency I wasn't allowed to go. I took this the wrong way and believed I could not go to the bathroom at all. I had the urge to go ask the teacher again, but when I looked at the clock there was only twenty minutes left in the class. I believed that I could obviously hold it for twenty minutes. Well I was wrong because about ten minutes later I couldn't hold it any more and the warm liquid flow down my pant leg. Luckily the pee did not spread out under other people desks. I stayed seated until everyone was gone and then made the shameful walk up to my teacher and told her that I had peed my pants. They need to call my mom to get me a new pair of pants. I went to the next class about twenty-five minutes late. This is where the one person I told, who name will not be named, asked me what had happened. Since then I don't think I have ever told anybody else.
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I have similar stories from when I was younger. I also have horrible ISATs memories. I remember getting really upset because I didn't finish mine on time, and I thought I was going to fail school. I've since learned more about how standardized testing works and how to cope with it. But about your story, it seems like teachers were never prepared when it came to guidelines on standardized testing, like bathroom breaks, test timing, etc. It always seemed like they were giving the test to a robot, not a human being.
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