Kate Teacher, I Just S*** my Pants!!

So far my classes have been going well. I have really been connecting with my older kids. It's my kinders that still need some basic lessons.

Usually if a kid asks to use the bathroom, I let them go. If they ask right after the whole class went on a bathroom break, or they have gone three times that day, I say no, because by then I know they are asking to go just so they can leave the room. One day, a boy in my kindergarten class named Dan asked to use the bathroom twice in one hour. When he asked me again, I said," no Dan, you have used it twice in one hour." Usually when I do let him go to the bathroom, he just wanders the hallways with no intention of using the bathroom. To prove a point I wasn’t going to let him do that anymore. Only, he had a more potent point to show me. When the class was getting ready to leave, putting on their outdoor shoes and packing their bags, Dan said in a rather quiet voice and holding on to his pants: “Kate Teacher, I went bathroom.”

So I said, “Fine then go to the bathroom!”

“No teacher, bathroom.” That’s when I smelled it. A few of my other kids began to plug their noses. It was then that I thought, on no he didn't! And I grabbed him by the shoulder and lead him out the door while Dan stuck his hand down his pants to try and alleviate his discomfort of a foreign object stuck there. I yelled “Dan, just go the bathroom! Move your hand!” But it was too late. He took a step and a big brown turd had slipped out his pant leg and rolled down the hallway. The other kids in class began yelling and screaming and pointing at the little brown surprise freshly laid in the hallway. Dan ran for the bathroom out of embarrassment and I ordered my kids to stay in the room and I shut the door. I grabbed the phone off the hook in my classroom and called down stairs for some backup, telling the Korean teacher that works downstairs my class mishap. Up the stairs came about five Korean teachers decked out in rubber gloves and cotton face masks and armed with cleaning supplies. They took care of it like a biohazard and soon the floor was scrubbed sparkling.

Whenever Dan asks to use the bathroom now, I let him go with no delay. There have been a few pants wetting experiences after that, but no one has dropped a duce since. Luckly the class demonstration has had taught everyone a lesson.

And thats when the poop hits the fan.