2T4U/Sit in the front of the classroom
You hurry over to the front row and take the empty seat. Just in time apparently, as the door to the classroom swings open and your teacher, Mrs. Collins, walks in and greets the class good morning before writing today's assignment on the chalkboard.
Mrs. Collins is one of your nicer teachers. Though completely merciless when grading homework, she's also friendly and surprisingly good at making funny assignments. Her hair is black and curly, but she's always reminded you of mom with her suit jacket and warm smile. Your dad used to joke about her looking like Elaine from Seinfeld, but you never saw the resembleance.
Time goes by. Mrs. Collins writes up some facts about Ancient Rome while the rest of you follow through your textbooks. However, you've got a hard time concentrating on what's written since your wiener is aching like never before. You're starting to wish you had gone to the school nurse when you still had the chance; because now your little fella is hurting just being inside your pants. It pushes and bends against the fabric and you feel like it's going to break in two unless you whip it out any time soon, if only for a few seconds of fresh air.
"Aaron." Mrs. Collins suddenly interrupts your thoughts. "Why don't you come up here and read page 46 for us?"
Your heart skips a beat, and for a while you just sit there in silence. It's not that you're afraid of speaking in front of the class; but if you go up there with your wiener as hard as a flagpole, everybody's going to see it, maybe even laugh at it. On the other hand, it'll look pretty suspicious if you just flat out refuse to do as the teacher tells you to.