One of the many things you have to negotiate when you’re teaching, is that you’re either constantly trying to hold in a fart, or trying to control a classroom full of people who failed at the same.
Student: *farts with a look of abject horror and embarrassment*
Me: “Sweetie, it’s okay, everybody does it, and if you didn’t do it, you’d explode, and we’d all miss you very much.”
D’Avonte: “Yeah, but we won’t miss the smell. The fuck did you eat?”