The Missing Link

So, I've just done my Resistant Materials exam, for real. I therefore never have to consider this bloody subject again. Thank the gracious Lord as he gave me bread.
I shouldn't say that really, I think I will possibly miss it, just a little bit.
Anyway, I will now set the scene.
I was just getting into the exam kind of mindset and finding my way a little bit. The place is silent as death. It even smells silent. When suddenly, someone decided to rip out the loudest and most vulgar fart I have ever been plagued enough to witness. It was wet.
Now, I myself, being quite taken to toilet humour, burst out laughing in the most attractive manner possible which I firmly believe resulted in the numerous smudges of pen on my exam paper. (It was a snort.) Alas, my dignity escaped me that moment, along with my shredded concentration. Both of which I had now lost hope of grasping again.
I spoke too soon, however, as during a despicably timed 2 hour examination, which I might add, required the intellectual range of a teaspoon, one often finds time to delve into the recesses of hell to retrieve ones concentration, just in time, ironically for the next round of anal particles ricocheting on the oh-so-tall-and-echoey gym walls. I was more prepared this time, however, and ploughed on through my exam, disregarding the sea of excited sniggering which had dominated the room.
This moment of composure, however did not retrieve my dignity, and I am still fearing it's eternal loss.


Dignity is a strange thing. Much like love it has no substance, but you somehow know it is there. At least enough to miss it when it is gone. Some say that they don't care for the somewhat vague profanity. But I think that they are lying.
Dignity, at my age and in my current social environment, is what separates the women from the men, and the men from my Resistant Materials class.
It is my firm belief that the majority of these royal idiots have not yet evolved from primeval fish. I may soon turn them into the authorities, screaming as I wheelbarrow them through the doors 'I've found it! I've found the missing link!' to which I imagine the wheelbarrowed to respond 'Ug' or demand some form of food.
Growing boymen scare me and are confusing and I do not like them.

Bye (: