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Chronic stomach growling was something I was afflicted with for about five or six years. Through all my research, I could never figure out exactly what caused it, but I did discover that having banana cream pie for breakfast cured it.<\/p>\n
Every day of my high school career, my stomach would growl from 10:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. Every. Day. People asked me if I ate breakfast, and I did that every day, too. But I ate it really early, so by the time 10:00 rolled around, my body thought it was time for lunch already. Unfortunately, it was not time for lunch. It was time for 10th grade English, or History of Civilization.<\/p>\n
History of Civ, as we called it, was taught by the most boring teacher in the high school. He thought he was funny, but he was not, and despite our rolling eyes and snickers, he never got the clue. It was obvious that this man was completely clueless, because the girl who sat next to me on the front row painted her fingernails every single day in class, and he never said a thing. You would think that the smell would at least get to him, but he was oblivious. That\u2019s probably why I got away with so much stomach growling in there.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t quite so lucky in my English class. It was torture for me, every day. I knew my stomach was going to growl, but I couldn\u2019t eat banana cream pie for breakfast every day, so I had to come up with other ways to combat the problem. At the very least, I would always lean forward and cross my arms in front of my stomach to try to absorb some of the sound. Some days, I wore my jacket to try to further muffle the gurgling. But this was never enough.<\/p>\n
Pretty soon, I started making other noises to draw attention away from my stomach. Sometimes I would rip paper out of my notebook, or tap my pen on the desk. I thought this was too conspicuous, though, so I soon came up with other methods. I would feel a \u201cgrowl\u201d coming on and try to orchestrate a cough or sniff to explode at exactly the same time my stomach growled. I never got the growl-prediction thing down to an exact science, though, so often, the symphony sounded like this: \u201cSniff…sniffGROWLSNIFFSNIFF.\u201d Or sometimes it went like this: \u201cGrumble cough grumble sniff GROWL SNIIIIIFFFFF.\u201d Actually, I think I did a pretty good job at keeping others from knowing about my affliction. Until…<\/p>\n
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\u2019t 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\u2019t 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).<\/p>\n
So surprisingly, we all shut up and started reading. For once, it was really, truly silent. Everybody\u2019s 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\u2019t being distracted by your stomach, that is.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cHungry?\u201d he asked, flashing me a huge, adorable smile.<\/p>\n I just turned around, bent myself in half, and stared at my desk.<\/p>\n I only had one small consolation that day. A boy on the other side of the room had gone to sleep and drooled on his desk. When he heard my stomach growl, it startled him, and he smeared his face in his drool.<\/p>\n Time Commitment: Medium<\/a><\/p>\n Health Benefits of Ingredients: (Please see the Disclaimer<\/a> and The Shocking Truth About Ice Cream<\/a>)<\/p>\n Bananas <\/strong>are well-known for having high potassium levels. Potassium reduces the risk of cardiovascular disease, stroke, and the formation of kidney stones. Bananas are also high in fiber, which aids in promoting regularity, treating diarrhea, and reducing the risk of colorectal cancer. The tryptophan in bananas also can play a role in preserving memory and elevating your mood. A London study found that children who ate one banana a day were 34% less likely to develop asthma. (See Bananas: Health Benefits, Risks and Nutritional Facts<\/a>).<\/p>\n<\/a>All of the sudden, a loud noise was heard, not unlike the cry of an angry bear. Instantaneously, 64 eyes were ripped from the pages of Lord of the Flies<\/em> and came to rest on my face. My eyes were fairly popping out of my head due to the loud explosion. The silence had been shattered. Learning had been aborted, and decorum, dignity, and respect had been lost. Slowly, I turned my eyes from the smirking faces all around me and twisted my skinny little neck around to see if the boy behind me had noticed–the boy I had had a crush on all semester–the boy who for the very first time had sat behind me that day–the boy I hoped beyond hope had gone deaf the night before.<\/p>\n