…the day our English teacher announced that we were going to spend the whole class period silent reading, and she meant SILENT! Since being a teacher myself, I have come to realize that she did not do this for our benefit, but for hers. Either she hadn’t gotten her lesson plans done for the day, or she needed to buy some time to correct papers that she had promised to give back to the seniors, or she was just so sick of us that she didn’t even want to look at us any more, much less hear us or talk to us. (All of these are viable, respectable reasons, by the way).
So surprisingly, we all shut up and started reading. For once, it was really, truly silent. Everybody’s heads were buried in their books, and you could tell there was real absorption of knowledge going on. You could just feel it. If you weren’t being distracted by your stomach, that is.
A few minutes into the silence, I could feel a growl coming on. Through my vast experience with this, I had discovered that some growls were big and really required a lot of effort to cover up, and others were small–barely noticeable in fact, and needed little attention. I felt that this growl was going to be one of the latter, so I took no action. I did not cough, sniff, tap, rip, or even fold myself in half. I just let it happen.