Kicked out of class

Don’t tie your shoe in class

Last weekend, I did something few people could ever understand… I watched most of the NFL draft on my smartphone and or on a computer.

It’s only weird because the draft is the most boring thing about football. I have no power over what picks my beloved Chicago Bears choose, I’m not a paid analyst and I’m sure if I really tried I could find ten things more productive to do with my time.

Why do I like watching then?

There’s no awesome answer to that.. Maybe it’s because I know that 256 athletes are going to see their lives change and do what they love.

Out of all those names, many of those athletes wont last more than a year, but for that moment when their name is called, it gives them the hope of a lucrative and successful career.

Maybe it's because I’m so into the game of football, that a 12 hour preview of the new players in the league peaks my curiosity.

One of my favorite shows ever made is 24. I realize that the plot lines are always similar (Jack Bauer is invincible, will save the day season after season) but I can’t stop watching.

I’m happy to say that show recently came back on broadcast television (Mondays at 8pm on FOX) and no matter how predictable, no matter how unrealistic, I will watch, because though It may be boring to you, it’s worth it to me.

The beautiful thing about being human we have choices.

Those choices often have consequences, like when a student chooses to play video games all night, rather than get started on a 1500 word essay due in the morning.

That action leads to a student pulling an all-nighter, which then leads to that student being sleep deprived during class, if they even make it to class.

In college, I can think of three instances in which I was kicked out of class because of my own choices and the professor’s misunderstanding.

They are silly instances, but if I made better choices, I wouldn’t have been kicked out of Dr. Jones’ classes.

Story 1: I’m lactose intolerant, which I didn’t put together when I attended college. I ate pizza on Sunday night and had class the next morning.

I thought death was around the corner, due to the pains in my gut I had walking from the dorm to my 8 A.M. class.

I knew that I had to make it to the bathroom or I would pass out for fear of having a bathroom-related accident. I did what any sensible person would, I ran to the bathroom, when I came back to my seat, I was marked tardy and kicked out for being late to class.

Story 2: I took my eyes off the teacher during a lecture, to tie my shoes… It distracted him and he looked up and said, “Pierre take the rest of the day off brother.” I guess he thought I was sleeping.

Story 3: I tried to outsmart the system by recording the class on my phone’s recording app, so I could listen to his lecture later… Bad idea, he thought I was texting. (I have the audio of him kicking me out of class.)

All future college kids please learn from my mistakes, if you have the bubble guts, wait until you check into class before you dart to the boys’ room. Jack Bauer can’t save you from Dr. Jones’ wrath.