OMIGOD HURRY IMMA MISS ROCK OF LOVE BUS WITH BRET MICHAELS!!!'

Why is it that, when the time of class dismissal is near, mounties in all my classes -- current and previous -- fidget and pack up even when the professor is still talking? I haven't seen this kind of behavior since my early days at Alhambra High, and even then it was thoroughly mocked by the seniors, who were allegedly more mature than we lowly freshmen. Seriously, though -- what could be of so much importance that you would lop off a lecture and show such disrespect?

Note: I have never seen this travesty in my life
I get the slightest inkling that this restlessness is universal, especially among my generation. We've always got to be doing something. I've seen people last maybe ... 45 minutes, tops, before bouncing their leg up and down. I can see the inner battle ensue behind their eyes when, as if their bodies are moving beyond control, they reach for their cell phones.

Then there's the concept of dismissal. It reminds me of runners at the starting block. It's like we've been so thoroughly conditioned to jump up and do something at the sound of a dismissal bell that part of our silly institution-loving brains itches for it, for that magic minute. We must zip up our bags, shut our books, yank out our text-messaging devices and DASH FOR THE SWING SET!!!

Ohmigod if Brittanya wins I will kill myself!!!!!!
... seriously, though, guys. Grow the hell up. We're paying to be educated by professionals in their field who are there to teach us. The least we can do is pause to listen to what they have to say at the close of class.

Addendum: holy moly I actually googled Brittanya and now I want to gouge out my eyes

guys

just ... just take it easy on the reality TV okay