In our hall, the 2nd school was poorly ventilated. And hot. The smell of dirty diapers filled the air. The brother I was seeing on the sly (I taught him how to French kiss!) once got so flustered back there that he started to stutter, then dropped his notes and they got all out of sequence. There were a lot of them, because he'd left nothing to chance, just wrote the whole thing out word for word. He couldn't get them back in order, and got progressively more panicked, until finally the elder told him to just sit down. He later told me that it was the most frightening moment of his life-like a horrible nightmare! Timmy, if you're out there, please know that I still thought you were cool after that, and that all the loving brothers and sisters who giggled at your 3 minutes of terror were a bunch of jerks.