As Jenny entered her first class, she quickly noticed her desk. While usually she sat in about the middle of the room, her desk was now in a front corner, closest to the door. Presumably this was so she could get to the bathroom quicker if she needed to empty her bucket, though it also meant that she'd be immediately noticed by anyone coming in, and she couldn't exactly half-ass her notetaking since the teacher would be able to clearly see if she wasn't working.
The desk itself was different, too. Obviously, the actual desk portion had been lowered to be level with the bottom of her seat, so that she could see it with her crotch-level eyes, but there was also some kind of bucket holder on the side of the chair, and a mat under the desk for whatever reason.
"Get to your desk, miss Smith," said her teacher, impatiently.
Jenny quickly nodded and went to her seat. She put the bucket in the holder, and sure enough she was fully capable of turning her head to pee inside it, which her crotch-eyes could keep looking at the whiteboard.
This was... well, hard to say. Certainly, it was easier to remain focused on the lesson, since turning her head to piss in the bucket almost constantly didn't take her eyes away from attention, but this arrangement also meant that she couldn't slack off at all... and that she was almost fully exposed in front of her teacher, of course.
Time would tell - would that day get worse? Or would Jenny get by fine until the next day?