Too scared to ask to go
30 years later this still makes me cringe:

During the depths of the Winter of Discontent - planned power cuts and strikes meant half the teachers were off and classes were combined two into a classroom.

This meant that not only were we 9-year olds stuffed into a room with some older kids, we were being supervised doing the work we'd been set by the Evil Headmaster.

The school had two headmasters - one a fat jolly bumbly chap who kept cows on the school football pitch and made the place sort-of-fun to be. The other was a mean-faced short-arse who did discipline. He was spoken of in hushed tones and till now I'd never encountered him.

And yet, here he was pacing up and down the desks with a ruler in hand.

What had started the lesson as a vague full feeling. soon reached the full leg-jigglingly painful tautness previously only encountered on motorways... I was desperate for a piss, but so scared of evil-head that I didn't know what to do.

I ended up pissing all over the floor.

Evil-head storms over shouting about, "why didn't I say something", banging the desk. I could only look around for solidarity with the other kids, as if to say, "See? He's mad and evil and banging things. You'd have done the same thing."

But no. They were all pissing themselves... laughing that is.
( chthonic, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:42, Reply)