- It was the tenth grade. The fifty members of my sophomore class were divided into three groups of quiet, pencils ready, TAAS test takers. It's a state assessment test. A good friend of mine, Elaine, was sitting directly in front of me. I had barely been able to sign my name to the testing packet when it happened. It was loud, very loud, and it was shocking especially to me. I never even saw it coming. Elaine's head snapped toward me, her eyes wide open like somebody had stomped on her cat. I immediately went into damage control. What is the first thing to take the fall for a fart noise? That's right, your shoe. But Elaine wasn't buying it. Mostly because I was wearing a pair of Old Navy foam flops. When I saw that that excuse wasn't going to fly, I actually tried to turn the fart back on to her. "Was that you?" I asked desperately. She didn't even dignify it with answer. The look on her face was enough to finally break me. I accepted responsibility for what I had done and we spent the next 10 to 15 minutes unable to suppress our inappropriate, test interrupting laughter.