I remember one from 3rd grade. We were all quiet working on an assignment. Our teacher was loved and respected, so we behaved well. You could ~~here~~ hear every single thing in that room; it was that quiet. Shit, it was so quiet, you could hear the quiet. So a kid named Alex gets up to talk to the teacher, but when he stands up, he rips a loud and crispy fart. It was a textbook fart, crescendo-ing an octave of pitch. If you can hear it your head now, then you know what I'm talking about. The kid froze with an embarrassed smile and holding a paper. We could see his face start blushing. The class erupted in laughter. He sat back down, folded his arms on his desk, and hid his face in them.

It was at this moment that we all realized Alex was bad. Jk. We thought it was really funny and that's it. Alex and I went to different schools from 4th - 9th grade, but I ran back into him at school in 10th. We took a summer class together. The dude was a trip. Funny af.

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