@Mr_Saturn512 ;D Well, once we were sat in class, and I reaaaally had to let one go, but I was like, “No, I can’t. Not now.” But it wouldn’t budge, I mean, it got to the point where I could feel it slipping out. Thankfully, it was a silent one, but it really did live up to the term ‘silent but deadly’. The girl sat next to me started holding her nose and the girl next to her said she was going to “throw up” at the smell. I just had to sit there and pretend to be disgusted with the smell too, holding my nose, as if it wasn’t me who’d caused it. ;D
Also, in my first year of school, I let one go in class. The girl in front of me turned around and stared at me; I got so embarrassed I just nodded at the teacher, signalling her to pay attention. She just shook her head and nodded at me; I think she thought I was attempting to blame it on the teacher or something.
Whenever I suffer with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, my dad also says, “I know why they call it Irritable Bowel Syndrome…it’s because your bowels end up irritating everyone else!”