If one time wasn't horrible enough, it happened again…
I'm walking on campus from the Student Center to my first class. I'm wearing my favorite North Face jacket, a pair of black leggings and Ugg boots. I can't remember where I had gotten the leggings, but they were pretty worn, and made of thinner material. I didn't think much of those leggings, since I've worn them countless times, even though I had recently just found them again in my closet.
I go to a community college and I just started my freshmen year the Spring semester. It was my second week, so I really didn't know anyone there yet. Everything was new to me. Going from class to class, I always had my earbuds in and my music on loud. Loud enough so I couldn't hear anything around me. I took them out once I got to class, but in between classes I always had them on. Usually I take my backpack, but I had forgotten it that day, so I carried two class's worth of books and notebooks in my hands.
There were a couple times I had trouble holding onto everything and my books dropped and I had to pick them up. It was a long walk from the Student Center to my first class so it was a little challenging trying to carry everything while keeping the ear buds in my ear. Obviously, I was more concerned with the music than I was my books.
Somewhere in the middle of the walk, I noticed people behind me looking and smirking. I couldn't tell exactly what they were looking at, but they were trying not to laugh when I turned back to look at them. It felt really weird though, because eyes were shifted in my direction. I wasn't sure what was going on. I figured it wasn't a big deal because no one had said anything, so I continued to go to class without thinking much about it.
I was a bit late to my math class (as you can tell I'm always late), so everyone watched as I came in and took an open seat in the front. Some giggled and whispered, but again I don't know what it was about. After I took my ear buds out and sat in the front, I heard some girl say "Does she know?" but I wasn't sure what they were referring to.
"She must know," a girl next to her whispered back.
Sitting directly behind me was a guy who was acting all weird, but I wasn't sure why. It felt like he was staring at me, which was kind of creepy, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there all creepy.
Class went by as normal. There were some whispers and giggles, but nothing else unusual. So when class was over, I gathered my books and walked across campus to my next class. I'm surprised I didn't feel anything strange. Nothing felt unusual to me. I just put my ear buds on and didn't think about anything.
In my English class, I sat in the middle, closer toward the front. I hated the very front but my eyes aren't great, so I sat toward the front. And again as I took out my ear buds, I hear the whispers and laughter. There's a girl sitting next to me looking all weird.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "But you-"
She stopped mid-sentence. "Huh?" I asked.
"You…" she stammered. "You dropped your pen." She bent over and gave me the pen I dropped.
"Thanks," I said, a bit weirded out by this girl. I didn't know why she was so awkward and nervous.
So class started and my professor was talking up front about our next essay project when that same girl whispered. "Shhhhht," she made a noise.
"What?" I whispered back.
She said something, but I couldn't hear her over Professor Willows. I noticed several students were looking at us.
She spoke again. I heard something about "hole" and "pants" but I couldn't quite hear the whole thing.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," I said back.
"Excuse me," said Professor Willows. "Is there something you'd like to share, Ms. Phelps?"
"Umm, no," I said.
"Why don't you come up and write down the thesis in this introduction," said Professor Willows.
"Okay," I said, getting up from my seat.
"No," said the girl next to me out loud.
"Is something wrong, Ms. Granger?" asked Professor Willows.
"N-no," said the girl awkwardly.
"Okay then, come forward Ms. Phelps," said Professor Willows.
I was just about to approach the board when the awkward girl got up from her desk and came in behind me.
"Got an issue Ms. Granger?" asked Professor Willows.
"Y-yes," said Ms. Granger. "But it's private."
So the girl whispered in my ear. "You have a huge rip in your pants."
"What?" I asked confused. But somehow I knew she was right.
My face reddened and my eyes widened. I reached back and felt what I had just learned to be true. My ass was hanging out and everyone in the class could see it. Finally I realized that is where the draft I felt came from.
Frantically, I inched back and sat in my seat. Professor Willows still didn't know that I had ripped my pants and it felt really awkward to tell her.
"Come on, Ms. Phelps, aren't you going to finish this thesis topic?" asked Professor Willows.
"I…I don't think I know the answer," I said.
"I'll walk you through it," said Professor Willows.
"I'd rather not," I said. "Please…"
"Fine, anyone else want to help Ms. Phelps?" said Professor Willows, finally off my chest.
I grabbed my jacket on the back of my seat and I tied it around my waist, covering the rip which I now felt to be bigger than I expected. Then I thought to myself about all those awkward moments walking from class to class. Were those people laughing and smirking because they saw I had a rip in my pants? It had to be. I had a sinking feeling inside of me as I thought about this. I had walked around the whole campus with my ass hanging out. That's why people were being so weird around me. That's why they were giggling. Oh how I wanted to die right then and there.
My face was bright red. Some students were still chuckling behind me because they couldn't get over it and they knew I just realized I had a huge hole in my pants.
"Oh my god, she didn't know," whispered one girl to her friend. "I feel so bad now."
I literally wanted to cry, but I held the tears back. Quietly, I just got up and left class. I didn't want anymore attention drawn to myself. I head back to my car and left campus for the day, heading home for a fresh new pair of pants.
And that's the second time I ripped my pants and flashed my ass across the whole campus. Out of both times I've split my pants, I think the college experience takes the cake simply because I didn't know my pants were ripped until long after it had happened. I tried to think of when they could have ripped. It must have happened when I dropped my books and had my ear buds in because I hadn't heard anything prior and didn't even realize they were ripped. I'm surprised I didn't feel it in the cold weather, but I didn't. And now both of my classes saw my ass. What a great way to make friends on a college campus.