Mr Olayinka was solving some mathematical equations on the board when I started to have a feeling of my stomach rumbling. I could have asked for permission to go into the toilet but no. I’m very scared of Mr Olayinka because I’m not good at Mathematics and he’s quite harsh. I would not want him to be harsh at me because my high school boyfriend was in class as well and I didn’t want to be embarrassed in his presence. 
My stomach continued to rumble and I kept on managing it hoping that I do not poo on myself before the class ends. 
Sadly, I still had to hold the poo for an extra forty five minutes because that’s when the class will end. 

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I was sweating profusely. My best friend, Odunayo and sit mate asked me what was wrong after she saw me sweating. 

“Why are you sweating this much?,” Odunayo asked me. 

“Nothing. I think it’s because of the heat,” I said to her knowing fully well that I wanted to poo but I didn’t want to feel embarrassed by saying it. 

The class was going well and Mr Olayinka thought I was listening even though I was sweating profusely which I’m a bit sure that he does not really care. 
Suddenly, I started farting. It was a silent one though so no one knew where it was coming from. When it started smelling, I didn’t want anyone to notice that I was the one who farted so I shouted. 

“Sir, someone farted here,” Mr Olayinka tried to fish out the person who was farting but didn’t check me because he felt I was innocent since I’m the one who made the complaint. 

Mr Olayinka stepped out of the class for a while and got back in to start teaching but I farted again. This time, I was sweating even more than before. All I did was maintain my sitting position because if I choose to stand, I’m surely going to poo on my body but I didn’t want that because my friends will mock me and my high school boyfriend will feel embarrassed. 

The teaching process was going fine with everyone aside from me because I was about to have a watery poo until Mr Olayinka asked me a question. Since Mr Olayinka threw a question at me, I had no choice than to stand up. 
Back in my high school days, you have to stand up while your teacher is teaching and it shows an act of politeness. 
Immediately I stood up to answer the question, I farted out loud and everyone eventually knew that I was the one who has been farting in class. 

Immediately that happened, I didn’t even wait a second in class. I ran outside and I used that as an opportunity to run away from the question Mr Olayinka asked me because I didn’t know the answer to it. 
I ran straight to the rest room and took a dump. Immediately I began to take a dump, I started feeling relieved. 

“Why didn’t I even tell Mr Olayinka that I was pressed and needed to use the restroom,” I asked myself but I felt very good and comfortable. I stopped sweating and after I was done taking a dump, I realized that there was a poop stain on my uniform so I washed it with the handwash we had in the restroom. 
After cleaning up the part of my body that got messed up, **I felt snug as a bug in a rug.**

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The only thing that I was scared of was going back to the class. What will Mr Olayinka do to me? Am I going to get spanked? Will my friends mock me? Will my high school boyfriend break up with me? All these questions kept on occurring in my head. I was scared and decided to wait in the restroom till Mr Olayinka will be done teaching in the class. 

At last, I came out of the restroom. I saw some of my friends mock me and I saw my high school boyfriend get out of the class. I was scared that he was going to break up with me but he came to laugh at me and hugged me. 
Mr Olayinka called me into office and told me to ask for permission next time. By then, I became more comfortable with him because I realized he was not harsh but strict. 

At last, I entered my class with confidence and didn’t care if anyone mocked me. Even though it was supposed to be a bad day, it eventually ended well.