I need to go potty......

 One day many years ago when I was in elementary school, I was sitting in the computer lab doing the normal 3rd grade stuff: playing boring educational games and learning how to type. I was sitting there minding my own business, when suddenly, it happened. I could feel the pressure build up inside me, but I tried to ignore it; I absolutely hated using the school bathrooms. However, before too long, if felt like my bowels would soon explode. I knew that a bowel movement was imminent. As I debated whether or not I should go to the bathroom or just wait it out until I got home, my worst fears were realized. I tried to pinch my butt cheeks to keep it from coming out, but turtle-heading was happening nonetheless. I raised my hand for what felt like an eternity, all the while with fecal matter slowly oozing into my underwear. Luckily, the smell had not hit. Yet. By the time the teacher let me go to the bathroom, I knew I was in a predicament. When I got to the bathroom, I rushed into one of the stalls and collapsed onto one of the toilets. The bubbling, steaming mass of BM burst violently into the toilet water, sending a large torrent of toilet water and feces splashing back up. As I sat there, I noticed that there was a large BM deposit in the underwear at my ankles. When I was done pooping, I tried to scrape the poop that was in my underwear into the toilet. However, there was still a wet diarrhea stain left behind in its place. I knew that it would stink when I got back to the classroom, so I attempted to keep the smell in my stuffing my underwear with toilet paper. When I got back to the classroom, I could tell that the smell was lingering. Let’s just say, I never pooped at that school again.