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B(Pe)e a Man
9/9/2016 at 9:26 PM
Since I find Brandonites to be bit serious and its school season, I’m sharing my first day school experience here, and hope this post relaxes my beloved Brandonites a bit on a well-deserved Friday night.
So, we moved to a new city and it was the first day of my 4th grade in a new school. Everyone’s new and everything’s new. For some reason, I was late to the class and missed the introduction session which would have taken place in the first hour. So, I missed the chance of introducing myself to the class with the support of class teacher. No one spoke to me, but there were quick smiles whenever I made eye contact with any of them. Though it was bit awkward to feel alone while sitting among 50 students, everything was fine until lunch break. I was scared to talk to anyone and even to move from my sitting spot where my parents dropped me in the morning. I ate in that spot, I drank water from my bottle in that spot and I took a short nap in that spot. However, the trouble started when I wanted to pee. I was debating myself whether to move from my spot or to hold my pee until going back home. After some excruciating period of holding, it came to a point where I really needed to pee, so I finally moved from my spot with all the boldness I had to go pee. Sadly, I couldn’t find the washroom and I was scared to ask anyone, so I came back to my class with full bladder. I continued to hold my pee, and I was happy that I made it to the last hour of class for that day. Out of nowhere, the class teacher suddenly recognized that I was not introduced that morning and asked me to go to the front of the class for self-introduction. This time I was not scared to leave my spot, as I had bigger things to worry about. I marched reluctantly to the front of the class and said, “Hi, I’m _(my name)_”. All of a sudden, I saw everyone started laughing at me and I felt my trousers becoming wet at the same time, and then I eventually correlated all the events to understand that I was peeing in front of my entire class. In an attempt to save whatever self-esteem I had left at that point, I tried to stop peeing with all my strength and managed to stop completely after releasing just half of my bladder. Nevertheless, when the teacher came near me to see what exactly happened, I got even more scared and emptied the rest of my bladder. Everyone laughed at me the next day, but in a weird twist of fate, everyone was also friendly from the second day and the day-1 ruckus actually turned into a happy ending for me. I was famously called fire truck in my class, and my friends remember the origin of my nickname to this day.
For multiple reasons, I feel that moving to Brandon is like joining a new school. Everyone’s new, everything’s new, and I’m all excited and trying my best to fit-in with every single chance I get. It’s quite a challenge as I’m 33 years old and not a 4th grade kid anymore, but the good news is I got much better bladder control now…
Edited by BonjourBrandon, 2016-09-09 21:28:09