Subject: School Trip Hi Again, I told you that I would tell you about a school trip I took. So here goes: Last year one of the older kids in the senior (?) class asked me if I would like to try out for a part in a play. I decided to go ahead with it and tried out. Mrs. M., the drama teacher, said that I did real good and chose me for one of the main characters in the play. I had to play the part of a little boy, and with me being small for my age, she said I would be perfect for the part. Usually you can't join the Drama Club at school until 9th grade, but even though I was technically in the 8th grade, but taking 9th grade subjects under ALP (the Accelerated Learning Program), she was able to get me into the club. (I've had a lot of fun with the Drama Club since then.) Anyway, After we put on the play for a lot of the local elementary schools, we were told that we could go and compete in the local Drama Competition. We had to leave early in the morning and got back late that night, but we had fun and took second place. When I went to the local competition Mom got the idea that I should wear training pants under my clothes, with plastic baby pants. I wasn't too happy about this, but I was glad I did and I knew she was right when I leaked a little bit of pee later that day, and had to change into a fresh pair. No one saw me, so it was okay. The school that won first place couldn't raise enough money to go to the state regionals, so we got picked as the alternative. Each member of the club had to raise $125 for the trip, and we did things like a car wash, and candy bars. The state competition was held in Hornell, NY, and we were supposed to go for 3 days and 2 nights. NOW there was a problem! Mrs. M asked my English teacher, Mrs. A. to talk to my mother to find out why I couldn't go. (She asked Mrs. A cause she knows that Mom and Mrs. A are friends.) Mrs. A talked to mom first and Mom said she really didn't understand the problem. Mrs. A caught me after class and closed the classroom door and asked me why I didn't want to go. I tried coming up with an excuse, but it was pretty lame. Mrs. A asked me if I didn't want to go because of my bedwetting and diapers. I didn't know she knew! I must've turned 100 shades of red because I was so embarrassed. So I told her yes, that was the reason. She came over to our house that night and Mom and her and me talked it all out. Mrs. A said she and her husband would go along as chaperones for the trip. They planned on taking their baby boy. she said that she would find a way for me to sleep in the same room with her son, since I was the youngest one and the smallest one on the trip, it wouldn't be no problem. On the bus going out there I kept making rude remarks and noise, like she had told me to do, so she could yell at me and "punish" me by saying that I would have to sleep in the room next to theirs. When we got to Hornell, we got our stuff off the bus and took it up to our rooms. There were two kids to each room, and Mr. and Mrs. A got their room. She was scolding me in front of the other kids, and told me that she would make me stay in the room next to theirs with their son. I acted like I was mad, but I knew it was just a show for the other kids. That night about 11:00 Mrs. A said it was time for the youngest kid to go to bed, so she sent me into my room to get my PJ's on. Then a few minutes later she came in carrying her son and closed the door. She laid him down on the bed next to mine and then she got out his diaper and put Desitin and powder and the diaper on him. Then she told me to lay down on my bed, so I had to take off my pajama bottoms and lay down naked from the waist down. Mrs. A put Desitin and Powder on me and then put 2 diaper doublers and my diaper on me. (She had some of my diapers in her bag that she had got from Mom before the trip.) I put my PJ bottoms back on and went to bed. During the night she came in to check on her kid and me. She gave her kid a bottle. She even checked my diaper to see if I needed changing, but it wasn't too bad so she didn't change it. The next morning she came in and took it off and cleaned me up with BabyFresh. Mrs. A really spent a lot of time cleaning me and I really liked it! The next night it went the same way, again. But this time I made sure that when she came in during the night that I would need her help. So I made sure I drank a lot of pop that evening and I sneaked a lot of water before bed. I got my diaper changed that night. I know she's my teacher and all, but I really like her special treatment I got on that trip. Mrs. A got a chance to baby-sit me once last summer when my parents were out of town, but I'll tell you about that another time.