Flatulence is Funny

Fridays are called "Fun Friday" in our classroom. For my first period class, they wanted to go outside so we brought a basketball and decided to play a game of 21. I was just messing around, keeping it close, then let one of the kids win. That was a mistake because he started gloating and talking trash like crazy. I got a bit annoyed and when he asked to play again I said "sure", inwardly vowing to crush his spirits.

The game starts off and it's back and forth cuz the kid is actually pretty good. 6-6, then I start tipping him, which drops him back to 0 each time. I know I am jacked up, but as he got more frustrated, I got more amused because he kept talking more trash. By the time the score was 19-4, he was literally hustling after every play and kept mumbling, "Oh hail no..."

He pulled up for a mid range jumper and as it clanged off the rim, he sprinted past me and skyed up in the air. With a primal growl, he grabbed the ball and immediately protected it with both arms as he landed. As he landed though, I think he was straining so hard that this loud booooop escaped into the air. I immediately pulled up half in surprise and amusement. Part of me had to make sure it didn't come from me, but when I realized the student had farted, I almost couldn't stifle my laughter.

I played it off like I didn't hear what happened, though, and promptly ended his misery with my next shot. Student's lesson for the day: Don't mess with Mr. Lee.