Classroom Chaos.

There's a boy sitting at the table across from me. He has the name of his home country tattooed across his forearm. This class is in chaos. My friend notices that a boy's fly is down. She points it out to me and we erupt into juvenile giggles. We get tears in our eyes when the boy's friend points out that he is flying low. His embarrassment only makes us laugh harder. At another table, a guy with Sonic the Hedgehog hair's hands are waving animatedly, his friend nodding eagerly. The girls at the front of the table are gossiping, leaning in as they speak in hushed tones. 

The teacher has long since given up up trying to get control of the class. He sits down and blends in with the rest of the furniture. A few people are actually trying to work amongst the noise. I'm not one of them. I just sit back and watch the classroom chaos.