When I was in 9th grade, our AP English class was always reading books. Our teacher would give us half the class to read silently.
I can’t remember the name of the book. I think it was “The Contender”. Anyhow, you know how sometimes you get so into a book that you forget where you’re at? It happened to me.
I thought I was at home. I don’t know why I thought that, but I had no conscious clue that I was in an English class with 25 other kids.
I don’t know if it was the Mediterranean Mahogony that the desks were made of, or the crap-o-the-day food in the cafeteria, but I ripped one of the most melodious farts that anyone at O.L. Slaton Jr, High has ever heard before, or since. I didn’t realize that I was even in a class until I heard the laughter.
Thanks to some quick thinking on my part, Dara Adams(cheerleader) was quickly shackled with the blame. Sadly, she never was able to overcome such swift justice. She dropped out of school, had 4 kids, and to this day still washes dishes at Denny’s.