O! the embarrassment.

There I was in class, working away happily, and rolling sort of okay (was rolling better yesterday! Claire complemented me on improvement), when I heard the dreaded *rrrrrip!*

Yes, my gi pants ripped, right on my ass. Just low enough so the top doesn't cover. And not a seam giving way, either--the fabric itself ripped.

I thought this only happened in sitcoms.