In my first semester of Community College, I was sitting in my Intro to Fiction class, when I realized I really had to go to the bathroom. Now, I would’ve loved to go in my pants, but then wasn’t the time. Class ended and I was BURSTING! I speed walked to the bathroom I usually used, but it was closed for cleaning. I farted in frustration, luckily it didn’t cause me to have an accident. My next class was in ten minutes and I was really big on perfect attendance, so I would rather mess my pants than miss class. I sat down in my English class and the need to poop was still lingering. I was farting every 5 minutes, which is why I sat at a computer with no one next to it. I couldn’t concentrate on my paper. I was literally praying “Please, God, don’t let me poop my pants in class when I’m so new here!” By the end of class, the poop was already out of my butt, but not in my underwear. I walked to the bathroom slowly to keep it from coming out. I got in the bathroom stall and as soon as my bowels knew they were near a toilet, they evacuated into my jeans. I smelled it immediately and I held my nose. I got out of the stall and rushed out of the school. I was very noticeably stinky, so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone smelled an 18 year old girl who needed a pants change. I got home and my dad was asleep, so I took a shower and changed before he got up. After that, I voluntarily pooped my pants in class four times and never got caught.