There are any number of things a student will endure throughout their career in law school. You stay up all night trying to study, you get so stressed out that you develop any number of addictions to caffeine, smoking, or drugs, and/or all of the above.
At one point, you're bound to get called on the one time you're unprepared. Sometimes, you are prepared, but you still don't know the answers and you just look stupid anyway. But this kind of thing you expect.
What you don't expect is to get ambushed by some heinous fart while sitting in the middle of class. This is what happened in property today. There I am, trying to absorb our property teacher's lecture on fee simple, when I get attacked by this odor. I almost fell off my chair trying to scoot as far back as I could. Of course, it's not like I had anywhere to go, everyone knows how narrow the space is between rows.
It's completely unexpected, you have no where to escape, and you have to sit there and pray for the smell to hurry up and dissipate before you start gagging, because yes, it's really THAT BAD.
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LOLOLOL. That is so funny. Not funny that you had to sit there and endure it, but just funny in general.
One day in Criminal Law, I was sitting there, listening to the sharply-dressed professor, and a guy in the class did the fart/cough. You know what I mean - had to fart, but coughed, hoping it would cover it up. Anyway, his timing was waaaay off. I seemed to be the only one that heard it though. That, or I'm the only one immature enough to think it's funny.
Sorry about Property being so smelly this morning. It's bad enough that it's 8:00 on a Monday morning.
Both of your stories are hilarious. I have one of my own and while it’s not as funny as both of yours, it gives you a perspective from the other side.
In my tort class the professor calls on people in order across the rows, so you know when it’s coming. Today I knew that I could possibly be called on. My major problem, besides the fact that I don't like to talk, was that I had to fart something fierce. I had to fart so bad, that at times I had to hold it in as hard as I could and the pain was intense.
My dilemma came when I realized I was going to be called on. It took so much concentration to hold the fart in that I feared I might let it out when I started talking because I took my focus off the fart. Now, this fart would have erupted somewhere near the Mt. St. Helens explosion in 1980. We're not talking about the steam emissions that are happening on the Mt. today.
So, now I'm faced with a choice. Do I: A) hold the fart in and hope that I don't erupt unexpectedly, or B) let the fart out, but in a controlled manner, before it’s my turn. It was seriously hard to decide. If the fart erupted while I was talking I might as well leave law school now and try to start over somewhere else next year. But, if I let the fart seep out I'm going to kill off the people sitting next to me and they may never look at me the same again.
For those of you sitting next to me, you will be happy to know that I went with option A, and I can remain in school.
Boy all this talk of farts makes me REALLY glad I didn't go for the chili leftovers last night for dinner. And my motivation for eating soup instead was exactly my fear of farting at 8 AM next to trapped fellow students. Yes, I'll continue choosing my dinners wisely...
Eh, maybe a little too much detail on the subject...
Next time just get up and go to outside for a quick second. Why should you have to endure something so disgusting... I have never sat next to someone who farted, but I do sit next to people who burp. Quite nasty. And burp all the time, and think they are being discrete. Yuck!
oh, by the way, that Professor comment, wierd. I could never think of him as a sexual being. He's more asexual to me.
See my key to farting is trying to straighten my bowels to help the flow of gas out my orfice. This helps give you control (but you might look a lil' weird). The stance I believe that works is the squat. You know when your having to take a dump out in the wild and then wipe yourself with some leaves. Just don't drop it b/c THAT IS NOT COOL. And definitly is way more painful for everyone
squish squish squish
Before I became a law school applicant, I was a 2nd grade teacher. Imagine, if you will three rows of student desks. Imagine the relative height of a 5'10" man's butt to a seated second grader's head. So I'm leaning across the desk helping one kid with my back to another kid when it just slipped out. The whole class cracked up except the poor kid at the other end of my blast. You should have seen the look on his face. I gotta admit it was toooo funny. I swear I didn't do it on purpose. But I might have done it years earlier if I had thought of it.
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