“When I was in 8th grade I finally got a nice pair of white pants because they were “in” at that point in time. While I was in my math class, I sat in the front row and was the furthest from the door, and I had no jacket with me because it was a nice spring day.
I remember felling like I wet my pants and instantly knew what was going on. I sat there the whole time and it was an extremely heavy period too. I could see the red from where I was sitting and I cringed because class was coming to an end and I would have to get up and walk down the hall like that.
Everyone left and I was still sitting there when my teacher (a male) came up to me and asked me if anything was wrong, and I embarassingly told him what happened. He smiled a little and then grabbed his jacket and held it up for me to wrap around my stomach and walked me to the nurses office. My mum brought me a change of clothes and I threw away the white pants. Math was always awkward after that”.