This next incident I'm about to explain also happened in middle school. These were the days when you had to raise your hand to speak and ask to go to the bathroom or make a phone call.

I was the kind of student that some teachers said they wanted their kids to be like. I was caring, sensitive and interested. On this particular occasion, I needed to use the bathroom. I've had many bathroom experiences at school, starting in grade-school.

I used to remove my dress and slip to use the bathroom back then because no one taught me all I had to do was lift them to go. I learned that the day I asked my third grade teacher to unzip my dress in the back because it had a tricky clasp. She looked at me quizically and asked why. I kindly explained that I need to go to the bathroom. I was surprised I had to explain that to a grownup. I felt really small when she replied, "Honey, you only need to lift you dress up to go."

What an epiphany! Going to the bathroom was never the same after that. However, my bathroom experiences didn't end there. This time, in sixth grade, I returned from the bathroom in a hurry because the teacher was talking about something that greatly interested me. I don't remember what it was now.

Upon returning to the class, I approached the teacher's desk to return the hall pass, and I asked him what I missed. He informed me that it wasn't much because I wasn't gone long, but maybe I should've taken a little more time.

Curiously I asked why, and he asked me if there were something wrong with my zipper. Here I was, facing the teacher with the fly of my corduroy pants open and showing my Tuesday panties. That wasn't enough though: I shot him a shocked look thinking, "oh my goodness, the teacher saw my zipper down."

Unfortunately the story doesn't end here with me simply zipping up; no. It wasn't enough that my teacher saw my Tuesday panties, I turned to face the class to zip up, and my classmates found this very funny. By now I was used to the laughter.