My professor kicked out one guy from our class, because he caught him playing with his phone and threatened that if he doesn't leave immediately, he's gonna walk out. So my classmate obliged to leave, then a few moments of silence and tension. he turned on the screen projector again with a menacing grin. "Did I scare you guys?" and we all laughed so hard.

Two weeks into our first year in college, a young prof (probably around his late 20s) stepped into the classroom for our English subject for the first time looking hungover. He wasn't really hungover, he just looked like it. Maybe he was sleep deprived. So he walked in, went to the desk and looked around the classroom. He started throwing questions and was very disappointed when not a single one of us could give him a clear answer. Can't blame us; we didn't know what the hell he was talking about. When he was about to write on the white board, he turned back to the class and asked, "What class is this?" We told him our course and year. Then he threw the marker to the floor, sat on the desk and shook his head. "This is so embarrassing." Turns out he walked into the wrong class. Spent the rest of the period talking with us about random stuff.

i kicked this guy in the balls cuz he was tryna touch me. he was sitting behind me and i could feel it. i looked back and saw him tryna do it so i stood up and kicked him got so pissed the whole day after that incident

We were waiting for our teacher that time when one of my [i]kabarkadas[/i] stapled our butch classmate's beautiful hair (4 or 5 times). When she finally realized what my [i]kabarkada[/i] was doing, she faced her and started throwing punches on her arm, as in solid punches. My [i]kabarkada[/i] cried in pain.

While I was reporting infront of the class, one of my bra straps fell off my shoulder