Fart Day

Later in the same day I'm at a different school with a 6th grade class. At one point early on somebody farts. The kids are all sitting on the floor. A hardwood floor. And all the walls are made of a reverberating material. It was something else. I look up to see what the sound was and realize that it was a fart, and that it was the girl over on the right who is blushing and whose friends are all giggling and looking at her. She doesn't see me, she's looking at the floor. I look away so that she doesn't notice that I know. I'm saving it. Like saving a fart. For timing. And potency. Sure, I could say "haha! you farted!" but I would look like an asshole, and the delivery.. please.

I take them all to the gymnasium and make them jump an one foot from one hula-hoop to another reciting the days of the week. Hah. Ok, keep that up for the next ten minutes. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday...
I am tired as hell and sit down. At one point Farty and her friends are looking at me laughing. I guess they caught me nodding off. I look Farty in the eyes, lift a butt cheek up, and say "phoOOT!" Which is Japanese for PBBBBBT! She fucking dies. Pulls out a handkerchief to hold over her face in shame. Mua haha.