So I was halfway through class. I was being a good kid. Even took a few notes. Then I hear someone's phone go off.
"Ha! Sucker's gonna get get caught."
Then I thought, "Wait a second, that kind of sounded like my phone..."
That's when I noticed that everyone was staring at me.
My teacher told me to hand it over.
But my phone is like a child to me.
"Oh come on. If I was really texting someone right now, you wouldn't have caught me."
The words slipped out my mouth smoothly. I realized how jerky that must have come off as.
"Please?" I added a few seconds later as an after thought.
He ended up letting me keep it. But I'm sure what I said didn't win me any brownie points with him...
At least I'm good in history.
But I was just being honest. Any high schooler knows that the golden rule of texting in class is MAKE SURE YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON SILENT.
The only people who ever get caught are the ones who aren't slick enough to know how to not be obvious about it, and the innocent kids who forget to put their phone on silent and then get a surprise text from a friend.
I fall into the second category.
I'm going to be mad at the guy who texted me for a few days now. I know he didn't mean to get me in trouble, or to humiliate me in front of the class. But I mean, if someone accidentally punched you in the face, it would still hurt, wouldn't it? So I need some time for my bruises to heal.
All this talk about texting reminded me:
I love when teachers announce to the class, "I think it's funny how you guys don't realize that us teachers are pros at spotting students who are on their phones."
And I'm sitting there watching the kid in front of me texting his friend:
My teacher is retarded.
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