I was in sixth grade.
I had burritos for breakfast every morning.
Bean and cheese burritos.
They were cheap, filling and tasty.
They also caused some digestive issues.
One day all the classes in our grade were in the gym for P.E.
At the end of P.E. we would sit cross-legged on the floor. We would sit quietly for a few minutes to calm down before going back to class.
It was silent.
That was when it happened. It echoed loudly off the hard floor and walls.
Everyone scooted away from me. Some laughing. Some making noises of disgust.
For the rest of the year my nickname was “Farting Philip.”
I stopped eating burritos for breakfast after that.
But the damage was done.
Thankfully I started at a different school the next year, and didn’t hear any more about it.