The Smelly kid in class...

Its funny how when you start doing one of these blogs, trivial and unimportant everyday things suddenly become worth writing about. I think its because since I cant experience these everyday things with the people close to me, it seems that writing about it makes it that much more real. I say this because something that happened yesterday was something that originally I wouldnt share, but as I was telling my friends the story last night I felt like it was worth sharing on here to.

I was sitting in my Religious and Secular class, I sat close to the front as the room is very small and holds like 25 people exactly. I was all prepared with my laptop to take all the notes i needed that day. Right as the lecturer begins to talk however, a kid comes in late. Now I am not very punctual as many of you know but I do what I can, and usually if you come in late you try and sneak in quietly in the back. Not this kid. He chose to sit directly in front of me. Now in the moment that he sat down I kinda wrinkled my nose at an unpleasant odor. After about 10 minutes I fully realized the stench filling this small area of the room is from this kid. He was a boy by the way. I was trying so hard to concentrate on the lecture about Machiavelli but this smell just kept interrupting my thoughts. I didnt want to be rude so nearly every breath I took into my arm and then held it for as long as possible.... Finally this wasnt working well enough so i put my northface back on zipped it up and typed my notes with my nose in the collar. It was the most painful hour of trying not to breath that I have ever experienced. I will also stand by the fact it got worse the longer i sat there and every baby breath was nauseating. I wanted to look around and see if anyone else was having this aversion or not, but A i was scared the cute guys behind thought it was me, and B we were told that many of these kids go through all their years together, therefore there was a chance he could have been their friend and I didnt want to offend anyone. The moment the lecturer stopped talking I nearly jumped out of my seat, held my breath the rest of the way out and couldnt have been more happy to breath the outside air even if someone was smoking near by. Moral of the story? Stay the heck away from that kid again by surrounding myself further in the back with everyone else in the room. Also, shower more.