Classroom Retrograde

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Classroom Retrograde Ch.1

Paul arrives home from school, greeting his mother as he enters the house. "Hey, Mom, I'm home," he says. His mother, with a kind smile, greets him back and asks if he wants anything to snack on, offering up some crackers and cheese. Paul seems rather enthused and happily agrees to partake in the snack. He asks if he can get some chocolate milk with it, and his mother is more than willing to oblige.

 

His mother finishes making the snack and pours the chocolate milk. As they sit down to talk, she asks Paul how his day at school went, and Paul recounts a confounding tale. "So, there I was, halfway through my day of school, when all of a sudden, the lessons shifted from the usual stuff I learn to being some serious elementary-level stuff. I'm talking simple addition and subtraction. But the most unusual part was I seemed to be the only one to find it out of place," Paul says.

 

His mother, unsure how to react at first, ponders on it for a minute and then says, "Maybe if I see what you're talking about, then I'll get a better idea of what's going on." Paul agrees to show her the classwork he did today, so he pulls it out and hands it to her. She glances over it and says, "Wow." Paul then says, see this isn't the schoolwork of a high schooler. It looks like something a first-grader would have."

 

 

His mother then cuts him off and says, "And you have no trouble understanding and solving these?" 

 

"Well, obviously," says Paul, confused by his mother's statement. "It looks like you might need to be moved up a grade or something then if it's too easy for you."

 

Paul seemed completely frustrated at her comments. This is the same way the kids and the teachers at school were acting too. Paul decided to just drop the whole thing, opting instead to go with the flow. After all, anything he says just gets diverted to a nonsensical conversation about how smart he must be, instead of addressing the clear and glaring problem that the questions are made for literal babies.

 

"I think I'm just going to go to bed for the night," says Paul when his mother asks him, "Do you need any help getting dressed or brushing your teeth before bed?" 

 

Paul just looks at her like she's crazy, an absolute loon. He shakes it off and says, "Uhhh, no, I'm good. I can handle it myself."

 

His mother then says, "I'm so proud of you getting dressed for bedtime all by yourself. You're such a smarty-pants, my little genius."

 

Paul again decided to shrug it off and hoped things became more sane after a good night's rest. So he did his nightly routine, but when he went to change into his PJs, he found his clothes had been replaced with what appeared to be clothes meant for a first-grader. He just grabbed the first pajama set that matched, put it on, and went to bed.

 

Knock, knock, knock could be heard on Paul's bedroom door, waking him up as his mother entered the room without permission. She went over to the bed and said, "Honey, it's time to get up for school. You've got a big day ahead of you. I believe you have your field trip to the aquarium today."

 

Paul just got even more confused than he had been the night prior as he asked, "What field trip?" But his mother decided that it wasn't really conversation time. Instead, she came over to Paul, sat him up, and said, "If we don't hurry, you're going to be late for class, sweetie."

 

Paul just shrugged it off and started to get out of bed. However, he noticed that his hands appeared smaller, in fact, his whole frame seemed to have diminished overnight, causing him to panic for a minute. So, he made his way to the bathroom to get a look in the mirror. As he made his way out of his room, though, he couldn't help but notice that his room had been changed. His normal posters and video games seemed to be missing, replaced with what looked like toys and posters meant for a 1st grader. But he couldn't dwell on it, feeling a need to see his reflection.

 

As he made it to the mirror, he saw himself, but not as he had been the night before. Instead, he matched his room, as a small child stared back, looking no older than a boy attending his second or third year of primary school. He stared dumbfounded as he heard a knock at the door. He asked, "What is it?" and his mom responded, "I'm just checking to see if you're OK. You seemed to be in a rush. You made it to the potty in time, I hope?"

 

Paul was disgusted by the question and said, somewhat snippily, "I didn't wet myself, if that's what you're asking." His mom said in response, "Well, good, Mr. Grumpy," and she went downstairs to set up breakfast.

 

Paul, somewhat still freaking out at the prospect of being hurled back to elementary school, took a breath and decided to take it in stride. Since it seemed like people didn't want to listen or at least believe his claims of getting younger, he felt it might just be best to go along with it. He made his way downstairs after a quick splash of water to the face and sat down at the table as his mother served up some cereal. Paul began to eat when he decided to try and get some answers, so he asked, "Hey, Mom, I know this is a dumb question, but how old am I?"

 

His mother looked at him with a grin that said, "Isn't that adorable?" and said, "Sweetie, you're seven, remember?" He then asked, "So I'm not a first-grader then?" 

 

"No, honey, you go to second grade, remember?" she replied. Paul went back to eating awkwardly after asking such embarrassing questions. Then he realized he had no idea what school or class he was going to, so he brought that up and said, "Uh, I don't know where I'm going for my classes, Mom."

 

She just chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna drop you off at the classroom like I do every morning, hun. You're sure acting silly today. You didn't hit your head, did you?" Paul shook his head no. Not happy with the situation, but at the very least grateful he wouldn't be forced to figure out his classes himself, he felt a bit of relief.

 

After breakfast, his mother led him back to his room and said, "Time to get dressed for school, honey. Do you wanna pick out your outfit, or should I just do it?" Paul didn't even care at this point and said, "You can choose."

 

Soon enough, Paul was dressed up in a blue shirt covered in Power Rangers and a pair of jeans. Then they made their way to the car. At the door, Paul was stopped as his mother grabbed his shoes and helped him put them on. She then tied the laces for him, and Paul made an offhanded comment, saying, "At least they're not Velcro." But his mom only heard something about Velcro and asked him if he'd rather wear the Velcro ones instead. He blushed and said, "No, these ones are fine."

 

 They made their way out to the car, and Paul headed to the passenger seat as his mother placed his school bag in the back seat. She asked him what he was doing. "I'm getting in the car," he said, confused.

 

"Honey, you know you're too little to sit in the front seat. Come here," she replied. She then ushered him from the seat and led him to the back, where he spotted a car seat for older kids, which she expected him to sit in. So he got in the car and reluctantly sat in the booster seat as she buckled him in. They then had a fairly uneventful drive to school.

 

They pulled into the parking lot, and Paul felt trapped in the booster seat as it seemed to be child-locked, and he couldn't seem to unlatch it. So he was forced to wait to be released by his mother. She undid the strap and led him by the hand through the school until they reached Mrs. Jensen's 2nd-grade class. His mother went to Mrs. Jensen and asked about the supposed field trip, but she clarified that the trip was next Tuesday, not today. Paul seemed kind of relieved; he really didn't want to go to an aquarium looking like this anyway.

 

Instead, Paul got to spend the day working on similar things he had been working on yesterday. That is until around the halfway point of the day when it felt like another kind of shift occurred. Suddenly, they had gone from learning addition and subtraction and were now learning ABCs and 123s, making Paul realize that this wasn't over yet.

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Paul sat in his second-grade classroom and sensed something was off. He noticed that the walls and other decorations in the room had changed. Gone were the familiar equations like 1+1=2 and words associated with animals scattered around the room. Instead, the numbers ranged from 1 to 10, and he spotted an alphabet chart displaying lowercase and uppercase letters bordering the front of the room. It struck him as odd, but as he observed these changes, the teacher emerged and announced it was time to work on today's letter. She pointed to the chalkboard, where the letter 'e' appeared in both lowercase and uppercase forms, instructing the students to find this letter in their alphabet books.

 

Paul looked around and noticed kids retrieving their books from inside their desk cubbies. To his surprise, he found a book in his cubby as well. He turned to the page and followed the teacher's instructions. She tasked them with writing the letter repeatedly until the page was filled. It took Paul only a few minutes to complete this simple task, and once he was finished, he started doodling in the book for fun, sketching whatever came to mind to pass the time.

 

Soon enough, the teacher went around to check on everyone's progress, and when she reached Paul, she commended him, saying, "Wow, Paul, good job on your letters! But you know better than to doodle in your alphabet book. Next time, remember to let me know when you're finished, okay?" Paul nodded and replied, "Sorry, I will next time." The teacher asked him to wait a moment and returned with two sheets of paper, allowing him to color them now that he had completed his writing task. Paul examined the sheets, one featuring an eagle and the other an elephant, with a prominent 'E' next to each picture. He checked his cubby for crayons and enthusiastically began coloring the sheets.

 

 

Paul did a decent job coloring the pictures but was daydreaming as he did, causing much of the drawing to go outside the lines. Despite this, he still did a better job than most in the class, making it look somewhat neat. After he finished, he spent the rest of the day learning how to count, which wasn't an issue for him. He could tell that his other classmates seemed mentally reduced, as none appeared advanced for these lessons. In fact, most of the class seemed to struggle not only with counting but also with paying attention in general.

 

Paul sat there, waiting for the ending bell to ring, eager to leave this place, somewhat freaked out by the current predicament. The bell eventually rang, allowing the students to leave, but they couldn't just walk out. Instead, the teacher gave them graded sheets, supposedly from yesterday when they had colored sheets of dogs and dinosaurs. When Paul received his sheet, it looked sloppier than the one he had done today.

 

Then the teacher led all the students to the buses and the parent pick-up areas, depending on where they were meant to be. Paul was left with the parent pick-up group and met up with his mother, who patiently waited for him. Paul was happy to see her and began telling her about the strange occurrences, but he wondered if it would even matter, as she hadn't noticed anything wrong yesterday or this morning with the changes. More than likely, it would be the same now.

 

Once she led him back to the car, she ushered him into the back to be buckled into his car booster seat. She secured him in, got in the driver's seat, and asked him if he had fun at school once they got on the road. Paul wasn't sure what he should say but decided to tell her what happened. So Paul said, "So when I got to school, I went to second grade, but sometime after lunch, it turned into a kindergarten class," desperation in his eyes. His mother, thinking that her son was having an overactive imagination, said, "Oh, that's strange. How did that happen?" Paul, thinking that his mother actually believed him, continued, "I have no clue. One minute, I'm being taught addition and subtraction, and the next, I'm learning the alphabet and how to count to 10." Paul then realized that his mother didn't believe him when she asked, "So did you learn how to today?" So Paul asked, "Learn how to what?" His mother then said, "Your alphabet and how to count to ten?" Paul, feeling dejected, simply said, "Yeah, I did," giving up on convincing her of his story. They made their way home, continuing to talk about each other's day, with Paul playing along, having no real way of convincing her of his claims.

 

Once home, his mom asked him if he needed to use the potty before she began working on dinner. Paul, embarrassed by the question, realized he indeed needed to go to the bathroom, so he nodded, somewhat red. She unexpectedly took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Unlike this morning when he had some privacy, this time she came in with him. He assumed it was another effect of this shift in reality he seemed to be dealing with all by himself. She stood in there and waited, at least giving him the courtesy of turning around while he went. After he finished up, she praised him for doing such a good job and then helped him wash his hands. Once potty time was finished, she told him he could watch some cartoons while she got dinner ready. So he did as he was told, but she followed and put on the Nick Jr. channel, leaving him there to watch baby shows while she cooked.

 

Paul began to enjoy the cartoons. He wasn't sure if it was his body taking dominance or just his immature taste, but he ended up enjoying himself nonetheless. Soon enough, his mom came into the kitchen and declared dinner was ready. Paul got up and headed to the kitchen, where again his mom helped him wash his hands. He was then led over to the table, where he was placed in a booster seat to reach the table with ease, even if he felt he didn't really need it. Dinner was finished relatively quickly, and Paul was allowed to leave the table. His mother permitted him to continue watching TV while she cleaned up the table.

 

Once the table was cleared, she informed Paul that it was time for his bath. When he heard that, he wasn't particularly pleased with where this was going. She led him to his room, where his mom picked out a set of pajamas and a pair of underwear for him to wear afterward. Paul, while upset, seemed unsure of what he should or should not do in this situation, so he ended up just going along with her demands.

 

Before he knew it, he found himself naked and being bathed by his mother as if he were five years old. The bath itself, he actually found fun, as he was allowed to play with bath toys while his mother did all the work to ensure he was cleaned up properly. Before long, his mother declared that bath time was over, picked him out of the tub, and unplugged the drain. Paul watched as the water spiraled down, and his mom asked if he needed to go potty before bed. Paul thought about it and said, "No, I'm good." His mother asked if he was sure, but again, Paul claimed not to need to go. His mother didn't push the issue any further and began to get Paul dressed in his nighttime clothes.

 

She then got Paul into bed and offered to read him a story. Paul got hung up on the fact that it was only 7 pm, but he figured that this was his new bedtime to which he was forced to resign. Since he liked the cartoons, he thought a story might also be pretty entertaining, and at least it meant he could stay up a bit later. So, he asked for the story. His mother nodded and went to a little bookshelf in his newly designed room, clearly meant for a 5-year-old. She came back and started reading it to him, and before Paul even realized he was tired, he was already asleep. His mother gave him a kiss on the head and left his room, making sure his nightlight was on before she left.

 

Morning came, and Paul woke up to his mom waking him up. The first thing he noticed, though, was an odd feeling of being cold and damp. It wasn't until he sat up that he realized he'd wet the bed. His mom felt bad since she shouldn't have let him go to bed without making him at least try to go potty the night before. He also noticed that he'd shrunk even more, now the size of a five-year-old, the way people around him had been treating him.

 

His mother, seeing the wet sheets, began to help him out of bed and got him undressed while stripping the bed of the sheets. She then had him wait in the bathroom in just his birthday suit, meeting him there a bit later after discarding the sheets into the laundry room. She then told Paul to sit on the potty, no longer asking since it seemed more like an order this time. Paul just followed it. He sat there on it as he went, and his mother watched to make sure he went. Once that was finished, she gave him a quick cleanup in the shower and got him dressed in his school clothes. She then led him back downstairs and into the kitchen, where she made him a bowl of cereal.

 

Breakfast ended up being a bit awkward for him after such an embarrassing situation, so he ate in silence. Once the food was finished, she got herself ready, and they made their way to the car. Again, Paul was hoisted into his booster seat and secured in. The ride began, and his mom put on some little kid songs like "Wheels on the Bus" and the like. Paul wasn't much of a fan of these but didn't want to talk, so he figured it would be better than that, so he didn't say anything about it.

 

Once at school, he was brought by his mother into an actual kindergarten class where his newfound peers all looked fresh out of diapers from his perspective. Again, his day went much like the afternoon the day before, up until around midday when he felt another shift occur. This one was much more distressing as the room transformed from a class of desks and learning into a room of little tables, toys strewn about, and kids coloring. It resembled what you'd find in any daycare or nursery school.

 

Paul could feel that his clothes had changed, but the oddest feeling he got was that his underwear had become puffy. He didn't quite register what had happened until he looked down and checked to see if his suspicion was true. As Paul gave his new underwear a peek, he realized he was half right. He was not quite in diapers as he assumed, but he found that he was now back at the transition known as potty training. He gave his pull-up a poke, but as he did, the teacher, now turned daycare worker, asked if he needed a change. Paul looked on in horror as she reached for his pull-up.

 

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Chapter 3

 

Paul sat there, noticing that the room had transformed to match his new perceived age group. Toys were sprawled around on the ground, kids were sitting at coloring stations, and cubbies with squiggly lines adorned them. However, one peculiar observation caught his eye—half of his classmates were no longer wearing pants; instead, they sported diapers and training pants. This prompted Paul to check the bulky undergarment he now felt upon himself. Pulling the front of his pants outward to inspect, he found himself in the midst of potty training, a new yet familiar experience he would now be forced to endure.

 

Upon this realization, he made a face of disgust and frustration. A teacher turned caregiver noticed his reaction and asked, "What's wrong, little buddy? Did you have an accident?" Paul looked on in horror as the caregiver reached for his training pants, intending to perform a wetness check. In a rush to prevent this embarrassment, Paul hastily responded, "Nuh-uh, I'm a big boy. I don't need a change." Uncertain of what else to say, he gave it his best shot.

 

The caregiver gave him a skeptical look but proceeded to check regardless, understanding how potty-training kids can sometimes be untruthful about accidents. Paul sat there with a red face as she examined his pants quickly. She determined that he was, in fact, dry and said, "Well, good job, buddy. But don't forget that if you feel the need to potty, let one of the grown-ups know so we can help you to a potty." Paul nodded and watched her walk away to assist other children.

 

As he sat there, Paul wondered if these unusual shifts in his reality would continue or if they would eventually fade into the past. This thought lingered in his mind as he contemplated what it would be like if this transformation kept happening until he could no longer recognize it. However, just as he pondered this, the caregiver called out, "Okay, kids, all the potty training boys and girls, come and try your hand at potty time." Half of the class responded with an affirmative "okay," and many of them gathered at the front of the room, ready to be led two at a time into the bathroom where they would encounter potty stations.

 

Paul observed the other children heading towards the potties but knew he didn't need to go at the moment. So, he decided to skip this round. After all, he had maintained his skills and seemed more advanced than the kids who had regressed. He could handle math and reading assignments, and this didn't appear any different to him. He intended to use the potty when necessary, but not a moment sooner.

 

The same caregiver from earlier noticed Paul not joining the rest of the potty-training kids and approached him, asking, "Hey there, Paul, didn't you want to try using the potty?" Irritated by the question, Paul replied, "I don't have to go right now." However, she persisted, explaining, "Well, you might not feel the need right now, but that's not a guarantee that you won't soon. Going now can prevent accidents later." Paul remained steadfast in his decision not to go, so she allowed him to skip potty time.

 

The rest of the training pants-clad children finished up, and Paul engaged in various activities. He colored for a while and even found himself enjoying playing with blocks. Eventually, the caregiver announced that it was story time, so all the kids gathered around her. Paul, not particularly interested in the story, went along with the group to blend in. He sat on the floor with the other kids as story time commenced. 

 

The story wasn't particularly lengthy, and Paul quickly began daydreaming. He wondered how his room would look when he got home and whether it would be filled with toddler items, even though he was still the size of a five-year-old. Thoughts of an oversized toddler bed or a big playpen crossed his mind. His daydreaming was interrupted by a peculiar sensation that came and went, leaving him puzzled but brushing it off to focus on the story.

 

The story continued to bore him, leading him to ponder what it would be like if he did end up in diapers the next day. He was convinced he wouldn't actually need them, thinking it wasn't rocket science to use the potty. However, he halted his thoughts, realizing he wasn't entirely sure how the potty worked beyond the basic concept of sitting on it without pants. This uncertainty bothered him, but before he could dwell on it further, he heard the caretaker announce, "And the end." The children around him applauded the story, following the expected etiquette, while Paul rolled his eyes, feeling superior as he remained indifferent to the tale.

 

Paul waited in anticipation for what would come next, sitting quietly as the other kids chatted amongst themselves about the story. He then noticed the caregiver putting the book back on the shelf and making her way around to each of the children to check their diapers and training pants. 

 

As she approached Paul, he felt a sense of smugness when she asked if he was all dry. With a hint of arrogance, he replied, "Yeah, I am. I'm a big boy, after all." She responded, "I'm sure you are," and bent down to check his pull-up, only to discover that it was soaked. She scolded him, saying, "You really shouldn't lie; you're soaked, mister." Paul tried to argue, insisting that he didn't even feel the need to go, but he pouted in frustration as the caregiver picked him up and brought him to one of the oversized changing tables.

 

She removed his soiled pull-up and cleaned him up. Throughout the process, Paul crossed his arms and wore a pouty expression on his face. She then placed a diaper under him, and Paul protested, saying, "I don't need a diaper!" She responded by expressing doubt that Paul was ready for training pants, given his previous accident. This made Paul blush, and he ceased arguing.

 

The caregiver mentioned that naptime was approaching and that it would be safer for him to wear the diaper. Paul remained silent, not wanting to further embarrass himself. She finished diapering him, and while it resembled a regular diaper, it was noticeably oversized to fit the class of five-year-olds in the midst of a reality warp that treated them like toddlers. Despite its size, it bore playful designs, and Paul even recognized a character on it.

 

After the change, Paul expected to have his pants returned to him but was informed that it would be easier for them to check his diaper if he didn't put his pants back on. He was left with just a diaper and a solid blue shirt, which frustrated and embarrassed him even more. The caregiver noticed his growing annoyance and remarked that naptime had come just in time, suggesting that someone seemed a bit cranky.

 

Paul couldn't contain himself and exclaimed, "I'm not cranky! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!" She comfortingly patted his back and said, "Of course, you're not, sweetheart. It's okay. Let's get you down for a nap, and you'll feel a lot better afterward, okay?" She took him by the hand and led him to a row of mats where some of his classmates were already lying down. He was given a blanket and a pillow, and Paul laid down, falling asleep almost instantly.

 

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