What was it?
For me, it was my english final in high school. I had a very bad case of explosive diarrhea that morning, and the only toilet we could use was rather dirty and didn't really flush that well.
So, after the first time I went, the bowl was covered in shit, and even after flushing several times there was still an assload of shit left in it.
The second time I went, an unbearable stench had taken over the toilet, making me just slightly nauseous. I puked in the sink. Luckily I hadn't eaten any solid foods that morning, so I managed to rinse it away.
The third time the toilet paper ran out. I was actually forced to use the classic combo of water and my left hand.
Perhaps the worst part was that all of this took place during a three hour final, in a large hall with about a hundred students. You could've heard a pin drop. Now imagine getting up amidst all that and making a run for the toilet, which just happened to be right beside that hall, and disappearing for about 20 minutes three different times during the three hour final. And since you could hear the toilet flush from the exam hall, I don't even want to know how my explosive diarrhea sounded. Suffices to say people were looking at me rather oddly each time I returned.
For me, it was my english final in high school. I had a very bad case of explosive diarrhea that morning, and the only toilet we could use was rather dirty and didn't really flush that well.
So, after the first time I went, the bowl was covered in shit, and even after flushing several times there was still an assload of shit left in it.
The second time I went, an unbearable stench had taken over the toilet, making me just slightly nauseous. I puked in the sink. Luckily I hadn't eaten any solid foods that morning, so I managed to rinse it away.
The third time the toilet paper ran out. I was actually forced to use the classic combo of water and my left hand.
Perhaps the worst part was that all of this took place during a three hour final, in a large hall with about a hundred students. You could've heard a pin drop. Now imagine getting up amidst all that and making a run for the toilet, which just happened to be right beside that hall, and disappearing for about 20 minutes three different times during the three hour final. And since you could hear the toilet flush from the exam hall, I don't even want to know how my explosive diarrhea sounded. Suffices to say people were looking at me rather oddly each time I returned.
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