Many moons ago, in prehistoric times, when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I fell in love. Yes, at that moment in my life I knew love.
Dad had enrolled me in a Catholic school and I got a teacher named Judith.
When I got to the classroom, the teacher instructed me to sit at the first desk in front of her desk; she had talked to my father before getting me into the classroom and I think that's why I was seated first; like dad thought I had to be kept under the magnifying glass.
The classroom was huge, there were many children, about 50 or 60 students, and the classroom was very well lit, with large windows that allowed sunlight and fresh air to enter.
I remember that my student uniform was khaki pants with a white shirt, a badge that identified the school and black shoes. The teachers also had uniforms and theirs was a white shirt and a dark skirt.
According to my observations (yes, I was an observant child) I came to the conclusion that my teacher was the youngest of them all and therefore the most beautiful. Already there, I noticed an attraction; of course from my side towards Judith.
By the way, my teacher had a very nice white car. She had it all, beautiful, young, with a car, with a stable job, educated. She was the girl of my not-yet-wet dreams.
Everything was going very well, my grades were excellent, I participated in class, I was the first one to enter the classroom, my father was happy with the results, he even congratulated the teacher for the achievements I had obtained. The teacher said that the merit was mine alone.
Until the truth came out.
One day while talking with a classmate, I told him that from my desk in front of the teacher's desk, I could see her legs and even her underwear because the desk was open in front and she was wearing a mini skirt.
It was a blessing that had fallen from the sky and in order to keep that view fixed, I tried to be the best student so that I would not be moved from one position to another.
Well, my little classmate, that wretch, let the teacher know and I was almost taken to the gallows, to the stake.
I was immediately moved to a desk far away from the teacher. Never again did a male sit in front of the teacher. The whole guild accused me of being a traitor. Of course, there were also penances, scoldings; I was seen as a criminal.
How was I supposed to know that I had a lot of testosterone running through my body?
That's when I discovered that women are not to be talked about, unless it's for the best.
But the tragedy in the second grade did not end there.
Resigned, I sat every other day in my last seat, next to the rebels, the renegades, the ones who wouldn't let you pay attention to class because they talked more than chattering parrots.
One morning, I remember it was raining and very cold, and I felt something happen in my stomach.
It was as if I had a washing machine inside me that was totally out of control; a centrifuge in my stomach. I started to feel aml and suddenly a tsunami came.
Something came out of me and went up my butt. And not only that; I had peed myself too. That all-male boy, very proud of himself, was totally shitting himself.
How could I tell the teacher my situation if she was far away from me?
I couldn't get up because everyone would notice. I would be the joke of the classroom; I needed help.
I had no choice but to tell my little classroom friend named Max what was happening to me.
When I finished telling him, the bastard got up and shouted at the top of his lungs that I was shitting and pissing.
I wanted to die, I wanted the earth to swallow me up and spit me out by Pluto or farther.
The teacher, without moving from her desk, told me to go immediately to the bathroom.
That day I discovered that not everything should be told to friends and that a resentful girl is dangerous.
As I got up and headed for the classroom door, I was the mockery of everyone.
Poor me.
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