There's no easy way to say this.
I farted (out loud, accidentally) in class on Tuesday.
And the worst part? I was standing right next to a kid that I am constantly reprimanding for farting in class.
There was a split second of hope that no one heard it, but that didn't last long. The look on "that" student's was PRICELESS. I think I made his day, or year. (It was almost worth the embarrassment.)
An hour later, I hear Shawn say to another student, "Dude--Mrs.4444 let one rip in math class today."
Man, I hope their memories for this event are as short as they are for basic math facts.
P.S. In reading this Wednesday morning, I find it funny that I felt the need to add the word "accidentally" up there, as if that wouldn't be assumed by adults reading my blog. I was going to edit it out, but then I realized that it illustrates the company I keep at school, for whom breaking wind in class is rarely an "accident."