Write this whole story in Eunice’s first person p

My bladder felt like a ticking time bomb. I’d already peed before leaving for work this morning, but the siren song of my giant thermos of coffee had proven too strong to resist. It was a warm, crisp autumn morning, and the aroma of the dark roast was intoxicating. I’d been steadily chugging it all morning, along with a few bottles of water, a terrible combination in hindsight.

First and second period went by without incident. I taught my students about adaptive equipment and assistive technology, my voice full of energy and enthusiasm. But somewhere in the middle of third period, the feeling started. A tiny, insistent tickle in my bladder that I tried to ignore.

Jane, my student, was working on her hand-eye coordination exercises, and I was explaining the importance of fine motor skills. But my own body felt like it was rebelling against me. The tickle grew into a full-blown urge. I needed to pee. Now.

I glanced at the clock. 15 minutes left of the period. Only 30 minutes until the bell. 30 MINUTES? There was no way I could hold it for that long. The thought of it sent a wave of panic through me. I couldn’t let myself pee my pants in front of my students.

I started shaking my legs nervously, trying to distract myself. But it was useless. My bladder felt like a water balloon about to burst.

“Be right back, Jane. Keep working on your paper,” I said, my voice strained. I needed to find a solution.

I could call the office, but everyone else was probably in class. The only other options were Ms. S, Dave, or Ms. T.

“Okay, Ms. S,” I muttered, grabbing my phone.

“Hello? Mak?” Ms. S answered.

“Hi, can you watch Jane for me while I use the bathroom?” I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.

“I can’t, I’m at a meeting. Sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay. Bye.”

“Bye,” she said.

My heart sank. I was running out of time.

The urge to pee was getting stronger. I could barely sit still. I couldn’t even focus on Jane’s progress.

“I hate this. I have never had to pee this bad in my life,” I whispered to myself.

Just then, Dave walked into the classroom.

“Oh, thank god,” I thought.

“Hey, Mak. Hey Jane,” he said.

“Hey,” Jane replied.

“Uh… hi… Dave, can you please talk to me privately?” I asked, forcing a smile.

“Uh, sure?” he said, confused.

We walked into the hallway.

“Dave, can you watch Jane for me while I use the bathroom?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I can’t, I am at a meeting. I just came back for my folder,” he said.

My heart dropped. Dave was my second hope, and he was gone. I only had one person left.

“Okay, if Ms. T isn’t available, I might actually pee myself. Oh, lord, please,” I prayed silently.

Jane was finished with her exercises. I gave her a quick compliment, and she went to play with a jump rope while I was still desperately searching for a solution.

“Hey, Ms. T, are you available right now?” I said, praying she would answer yes.

“Yeah, why?” she replied.

“Oh, thank god,” I thought.

“Are you on the first floor?” I asked, hoping she was close enough to cover for me.

“Yeah, I was just filling out some paperwork,” she answered.

“Yes! Yes!” I chanted in my head.

“Okay, please hurry up and come to my room, you know where it is. I need you for something,” I said, my voice shaking slightly.

“Okay,” Ms. T said.

My legs were shaking so violently, it was a miracle I hadn’t fallen out of my chair.

“I can hardly hold it. My bladder is too full… better hurry up,” I thought desperately.

Two minutes later, Ms. T appeared in my doorway.

“Hey, Ms. Eunice!” she said.

“Oh, thank god,” I repeated to myself.

“Hi, uh-“ I started to say, but she cut me off.

“What do you need?” Ms. T asked, her brow furrowed.

“I just need you to watch Jane while I use the bathroom. PLEASE, I will just be a few minutes. I’ve been desperate all period and looking for someone to watch Jane, you’re my last option. I’m about to pee myself,” I said, my voice choked with desperation.

“Of course. Go!” she said, her face full of concern.

“Oh my gosh!” I thought. My hands were clammy, my heart pounded in my chest.

I grabbed my keys and said, “Thank you so much,” before practically running out of the classroom.

The nearest bathroom was just down the hall. My feet felt like lead weights as I walked toward it. I could barely breathe, my legs were trembling uncontrollably.

“Almost there… almost there… YES!” I thought, my mind reeling with relief.

As I reached the bathroom, I was interrupted by a student.

“We meet next Wednesday, right?” he asked.

“Oh, god… I’m about to pee myself… Ugh,” I thought, my legs crossed tightly.

“Yes, 4th period. Why?” I said, my voice strained.

“Oh… I have a trip that day. Make up on Thursday?” he asked.

“After this, please go so I can pee,” I prayed silently.

“Yes… uh, 3rd period works for me, does it for you?” I asked, hoping he would agree.

“Yeah, see you on Thursday,” he said, and thankfully left me alone.

Finally, I was at the bathroom. I fumbled with my keys, desperate to get inside. I practically threw the door open and bolted into the stall.

“Finally!” I whispered, my voice shaking.

I tore off my pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the water finally began to flow.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” I cried out as my overfilled bladder emptied.

“This feels so good,” I whispered, savoring the relief.

After what felt like an eternity, my bladder was finally empty. I wiped myself and flushed the toilet.

I walked back to my classroom, feeling a renewed sense of energy.

“Thank you so much. I feel so much better,” I said to Ms. T, who was patiently watching Jane.

“Not a problem. Must have been such a relief,” she said, a kind smile on her face. “Anyways, cya around.”

“Bye,” I said, returning her smile.

I was so relieved to be back in my classroom, my bladder empty and my dignity intact. I finished the period with newfound energy, feeling thankful for my students, Ms. T, and the miracle of a functioning bathroom. And I vowed to drink less coffee in the future.