In primary school, we used to have weekly care circles in our classes where we would sit together as a class and pass around a little teddy.
When the teddy was past to you, you could share something personal with the class and that information would stay within the class.
Anyway, so one care circle we had -when I was in grade four- was about feelings.
One boy -who shall not be named- was sitting next to the teacher who sat on a chair in the circle.
The next thing we know, a loud thunder like sound erupts in the classroom from his spot.
Yes. He farted.
I swear, I have never seen a group of people move faster than my class mates.
Our teacher, being the great sole he is, decided to stay next to 'he who shall not be named' (another Harry Potter reference. I think I have an obsession) and not judge him.
It was rather funny and thank god it didn't stink.
Then again, you know what they say; Silent but violent and Loud but proud.
Signing out,
Anonymous x
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