To prevent sleeping.

     I sit hear the faint, high pitched noise of the heating system, which is currently keeping me from freezing. Then there is the teacher. He is always rambling on, and vast majority of it irrevalvent, with the rest being unhelpful. I have paid attention to him since the first class, so by his voice fades into the background and only a word or two reach through the haze. This week he is going on about race relationships and apperantly the fact the Malcom X was apparently not a terrible calm person. Shock and surprise. All of this would be new if I had paid no attention in high school.
    There is a small pop, which is most likely from my current glass water bottle, which may be an old Snapple bottle, in which the water is evaporating causing pressure on the cap. That small pop has broken me out of the haze and I am thirst and realize I need to pop. Well I am learning very little here so to the bathroom I go.
      A few footsteps lead to the door, there is a click and it opens smoothly and evenly on well oiled hinges. I exit and softly shut the door behind me, courtesy and social training are deep in this one. My footstep are muffled on the carpeted floor, and shortly afterwards come to the bathroom door. This one I throw open and stride inside I catch a slight hiss, seems like this one has a nice little arm to slow it's close. The metal stall door dings on the latch and there is thunk as I lock it. There is the rustling of fabric, as I take off my outer shirt and put it on a hook. I sit down and the familiar tinkle of water on water begins. Then I here more footsteps, another set. This explains why I did not hear the door finish shutting.
    The clang of the metal door, the faint thunk as he locks it. Then the zip of a heavy plastic zipper. An outer coat maybe. Then the tinkling stops. And then I start farting. Great well at least he did not see me. There is the rustle of moving fabric and then a small clanging of metal and a higher pitched zipper, the rustling of fabric.Short fart. De-panting.  A few seconds of silence. This is a really loud, long one. and cover the sound of what is happening in the other cell. Several more farts before finally a plunk as if some thing entered water. Shortly afterward the tumble of the industiral paper dispensar. A whoosh of water going down. The thunk of the lock opening and the hiss of running water. A plastic clunk and soap comes out.
    A thunk as something enters water. He must be poping. The hiss of water is interruped and then stops. Then a weird turning sound as a paper towel comes out. I dry my hands, and the rustle of fabric that I run out of the room with my shirt.
     YES! I got out before the saw me. The emberrament will be unknown.