I remember this one time, when I was in middle school, I don't know what it was, but I had to poo so bad. I mean, really bad. Like explosive diarrhea bad. I tried to wait until the break, but eventually I just couldn't hold it anymore, and I ran to the bathroom without even asking if I could. When I got there, well… we'll leave that part out, but lets just say that the bathroom never smelt the same after that. Kids would tease me about it, and while it bothered me, I never said anything, because that was the key to getting through teasing. They eventually dropped it.