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.