You know, some people just never leave high school.
Yesterday, I was in the classroom where I have my latest Math class at the community college. The teacher comes in and she starts writing on the chalkboard. Uh-oh, she's got laryngitis- she can barely talk above a whisper. She takes attendance by passing the sheet around, and immediately, two guys my age (mid-20s) start giving a sixty-something year-old-woman grief. One starts talking to a friend on the other side of the next table, dropping f-bombs and everything. Now, I'm not the cleanest-mouthed guy myself, but in a classroom, you don't use those words. You respect the teacher and your classmates.
So after a bit, she takes him outside and kicks him out of the class for the night. After a sigh of relief, the class almost gets back underway- we start going over last week's homework and some moron in the corner pulls out a Blackberry and begins texting. The teacher has to go over and ask him to put it away, because it's disrespectful and distracting to everyone else in the class.
He tells the teacher "It's a really important text." with a big old grin on his face. She tells him that he should do it out in the hallway if it's so important, as to not disturb the rest of us. His response?
"I don't get reception out in the hall."
This almost sends the teacher over the edge. She just decides to hand back the last test and then says that anyone who wants to leave because she has a really wheezy voice can. Out of a forty person class, thirty-five stand up. I'm left in the room with four other people.
She continues class as normal (now that we can all hear her a bit more clearly), and then it's time for book work. She goes around, asking if people understand it.
She apologizes for the fact she can barely speak, but I apologize right back to her, saying that someone should for the way the two clowns were acting. She deserved an apology for the disrespect they'd put her through. Then I offered her some throat drops I had in my pack, and they started to clear her throat up and resurrected her voice to the point that she could speak louder and finish the class. As I was leaving, she told me I was really kind.
So i got home, and told my family. Mom and sister were happy about it, sister's boyfriend said I should have kept my mouth shut and it wasn't my place.
I just felt like someone had to. It was obvious that the two clowns had really rattled her- you don't really expect that kind of crap out of someone who's seven or eight years out of high school. But I'm still questioning it. I think I did the right thing.... but I'm not sure. Any ideas?