Essay: Raising a stink Part 2

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Continued from Part 1… As I walked to my locker, I started to notice other students were crinkling their noses. Then I heard a group complain about the smell of skunk. “Could the smell be from me?” I wondered to myself. I decided to attend my first class anyway, hoping that the problem would go away. As soon as I walked in the door, I could feel everyone’s gaze turn toward me and the feeling of embarrassment hit me like a freight train. I was the skunk! I abandoned hope for a normal day of school and went home after my first class. A few minutes after I got home, where the stench had grown even more potent, my mom and dad both came running through the front door. “We stink! Our bosses sent us home,” my dad said. “Someone should rescue Jonathan,” my mom added. My younger brother, we later found out, had spent the morning stinking up his junior high school to the extent that the school principal made an announcement apologizing to the students for the awful stench. It took me a few days and multiple baths in tomato juice to get rid of the smell. Nowadays, this story is more amusing than embarrassing. But every now and then, usually late at night when I’m struggling to sleep, I still remember how awkward it felt to have everyone looking at me as if I was a skunk. (Joel Tansey) This article was provided by The Japan Times Alpha.