Crop Dusting

So today I ate some strange Chinese prepackaged meal I never had before for lunch. After lunch I have three straight hours of classes with no breaks, which also means no bathroom breaks. Whatever I ate didn’t sit right and my stomach was percolating and not feeling great. I felt gas in my stomach and I was uncomfortable, and I was debating whether to wait out the last forty-five minutes or see if I could find someone so I could use the bathroom.

I decided to wait it out, which in hindsight wasn’t the best choice. I had a room full of 27 fourth-graders and a rumbling stomach and I needed to pass gas, I needed to do it bad. So I hatched a plan, the first step of which was to get the class loud in case a sound came out. I got them excited and debating about diets of herbivores and carnivores, then I walked towards a spot of the room away from them and I let loose. It was silent but it was nasty smelling. Before it could waif to them I headed back to the group and as I walked through another escaped, I was crop dusting. Maybe ten seconds later I hear “Ill someone farted.”, another kid blamed another. I just commented “Yes someone did have gas and if they need to use the bathroom they should have asked.”

Sometimes you have to do, what you have to do. <Shrug>