I had an accident in class in third grade. I was sitting at my desk near the end of the day and out of nowhere felt an uncontrollable urge to poop. Before I could even raise my hand, I messed my pants. I was so shocked, I just sat there not knowing what to do. A few minutes later it happened again with another burst, and I was completely unable to stop it. I was too embarrassed to get up and tell the teacher, and scared I would be discovered by the other kids, so I just went on with my work and pretended nothing happened. I still had to go and tried to hold it, but eventually gave up and let it all out. I remember walking to the bus very slowly trying to contain the load in my briefs, but feeling it start to overflow down my legs. Fortunately I was wearing jeans, not shorts, and I don’t think anyone could tell from a distance that I had an accident, but I was a mess. As soon as I walked in the door from the bus, my mom asked from across the room if I had an accident on the way home, so it was pretty obvious. I was too embarrassed to tell her it was at school, so I let her keep thinking it happened on the bus. A few days later, the girl who sat behind me in class wet her pants at recess and I was the only one who saw before she told the teacher and went to the nurse to change. She said if I kept it a secret she wouldn’t tell anyone I pooped my pants earlier, so at least she had known. No one else ever mentioned it again.
The only other near accident at school was on a long bus ride on an all day middle school class trip where the bathroom on the coach was out of order for the 4 hour return that night. I think we made one stop where, of course, everyone bought sodas, and I was soon dying to pee again with a couple of hours to go. By the time we made it back to the school, I had my jacket in my lap to hide I was holding myself. My underwear was starting to get damp from a couple of small leaks, but I managed to avoid any visible accident. I wasn’t the only one in the same predicament, and I would be very surprised if there weren’t a few accidents as a number of classmates seemed to be in a more dire situation than I was. By the time we got off the bus and my parents picked me up (the school was locked and we just waited in the parking lot), I was desperate and told them I was about to wet my pants. My mom said it was OK if I couldn’t hold it, but I was determined to make it. I was dancing in the seat and leaking all the way home in the car and I had a quite visible wet spot covering my crotch by the time we arrived. I still avoided a full on accident and dashed inside for the longest and most satisfying pee when we got home.