When I was in first grade, there was a break during the day where the teacher would send us three at-a-time to the bathroom across the hall. One day I was doing my thing on the toilet while two other girls climbed like monkeys on the stall walls. They were also the girls who tried teaching me that wetting toilet paper and throwing it up to the ceiling was cool. I kept telling them to stop because I had a little poopy to take care of and we were going to get in trouble. Just as I was flushing and opening the door, the teacher came in and caught them hanging off the walls. Somehow I was blamed for this as well and she had the three of us stand in front of the class while she called the office to tell on is. The whole class sat and watched while I cried and the other two girls looked guilty. The principal came down and lectured us. What an asshole that teacher was for not listening to me. If I were a teacher, I’d listen to the kids instead of being a senile old bitch and thinking they’re just lying. I was a seriously well-behaved kid in school, except for my farting and burping, I was really afraid of authority!