So my class on Mondays is from 11am to 12:15pm. It's 75 minutes. We've been over this, for most of my classmates that's 75 minutes of pure, unadulterated Facebook time. For me, it's usually a lot of searching for hidden meanings and paper topics while telling myself that I don't need to pee -- I drink a lot of water. But today, it was just pure entertainment for the last 20 minutes.
Almost exactly at 11:55am, a young lady peaked through the window in the door and having spotted our professor, walked in. None of us recognized her, but the instructor did and assuming she was from our period and not the next one, he immediately handed her a pile of our papers and told her to find any that belonged to her and to "have a seat for goodness sake." She looked around and, not recognizing us, mumbled something about being early before sitting down very awkwardly, handing back the papers and fiddling with her iPhone. We all tried desperately to listen to the lecture but everyone was preoccupied with wondering how long it would take her to excuse herself. She never did, the professor never said anything and we all just continued to look at each other and the clock in completely entertained bewilderment. I really just live for days like this.
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