I teach an early class in a room which is occupied for most of the day. The main entrance is behind the lecturer’s area. If you come in late, you have to walk around whoever’s talking and in front of the entire class. It is impossible to enter and not be disruptive.
About thirty minutes into the morning, the door opens, and some dude with lanky bangs and a man-bun walks around me and then across the room and proceeds to stomp up four stairs before throwing his bag down. I completely lost my train of thought (as I was about to make the big point of lecture) and everyone was staring, so I asked, “Can we help you?”
“... oh. I’m in the next class. I’m just going to sit in on the rest of this one.”
Needless to say, the ensuing conversation looked something like this:
It’s that time of semester, kids. How’s your Monday?