Scent of a Woman: Farting in a Freshman English Class
This is hilarious!
NB: Everything here is true, except for W.’s physical details. “W.” isn’t even his real name. If former students read this, don’t even try to ask me who W. is: I’m never going to tell. He knows who he is.
Imagine your typical freshman boy W. Now add Coke-bottle glasses. And curls that look like an onomotopoeia. And a voice that hasn’t cracked. And make him short. His best friend R. rests his chin on his head when they’re in line for chicken fingers.
Now put him in an English class where 15 freshmen are reading Romeo and Juliet and the girls are shiny and beautiful and you know he has a crush on one of them, L. You know because he’s written a sestina about her and he’s titled it “My Heart Hungers for a Thyme When Lo Mein.” L., in turn, is infatuated with a sophomore, who looks…
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