Life of a sub: Greatest burp ever.

(Editor’s note: The following, like all of my accounts as a substitute teacher, is best qualified as creative non-fiction. Though the account is true, the site, school, grade, or subject may have been modified. More importantly, the  names of the students have all been changed.)

Esme: Mr. Flowers, Braydon won’t stop burping.

I was surrounded by students, all wanting my attention, but I could hear, from across the room, the discordant noises of a rude belly full of gas.
 
Me: Ok, ok. Have a seat, everybody. No, now.
 
I stood and walked over to the table labeled DIGNITY.
 
B: BURRRRRRRRP!
 
Entire class, except for Esme, erupts in laughter.
 
Me: Dude! I’m standing right here. Are you crazy or something?
B: I’m sorry Mr. Flowers, I can’t help it. I drank my soda too fast.
Me: Ok, no worries. But instead of belching why not try just blowing the air out.
B: What do you mean? BWAAAAAAP!
 
More laughter.
 
Me: (Trying not to laugh) I mean. You don’t have to force it out, just try and do it quietly.
B: But I don’t know how.
Me: Ok, how about this…
B: BRRRRRP!
Me: (over the laughter) just relax, that’s it. Now don’t focus on your stomach just concentrate on not burping.
 
Braydon looked up at me, doubtful, then took a deep breath, blew it out and tried to relax.
 
A minute went by, followed by another, then another. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
 
Me: See, what did I tell you, all you have to do is rela…
B: BWAAAARRUUUAHHHHHHHHHHWAAAAAAAAAAA….
 
It seemed to go on forever and ever. No one was laughing, we all looked on in silence until he finally finished.
 
Esme: GROSS!
 
Alec: Dude. That was the GREATEST BURP EVER!!!!
 
An atom bomb of laughter.
 
Me: (genuinely worried) Bray, you alright man?
 
Braydon looked up at me smiling and relieved, like he had just had a giant splinter removed from his palm.
 
B: Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’ll be ok now Mr. Flowers. I just had to get that out.
Me: Ok…good.
 
Took me twenty minutes to get everyone back on track.