It was early January in 2015, just of of Christmas break. I tried too hold our, but I just couldn’t hold in my s***, so I asked the teacher to go too the bathroom. Unfortunately for me, my teacher was very particular, and wouldn’t let anyone go too the bathroom for any reason for at least 30 minutes after class started. I held out as long as I could, and when I felt like i couldn’t hold it anymore I went and asked again. This annoyed my teacher causing her to ban me from going to the bathroom for the rest of the quarter, and making my participation grade for the day 5 points of 20. At this point I was both fed up, and nigh to bursting. Then suddenly, it came, the most noxious smell I had ever smelled began to emanate from my posterior. It was so bad that a couple of people sitting near by got to large of a sniff, and passed out. It wasn’t only the smell though. The stench was accompanied with a thunderclap and shockwave. Hair blew, unoccupied desks and chairs flip, and the teacher hit her head on the wall. She identifies me as the “trouble maker” and begins her walk towards me, when phase two erupted. S*** tore through my jeans, hit my chair and fanned out, directly at the teacher. It hit her with such velocity that she flew backward (I had actually lifted off and was falling back down to the ground at the time). Of course, when she recovered, she thought I had thrown it at her, regardless of whether my hands were clean or not. Unfortunately for me, throwing s*** is actually illegal in my state, so the resource officer (who was already on his way due to reports of two explosions in the class room) arrested me when hearing her sorry. Nobody questioned my ripped jeans, compared to the devastation of the classroom it was nothing. I spent the night at the police station while my parents raised bail.