When my teacher announced in class yesterday that the quiz we had scheduled for that day was postponed, people immediately started getting up and heading for the exits. It reminded me of what happens when you put in 20 minutes talking to someone at a party and then they slip in some remark like, “That’s what I told my boy/girlfriend.”

When you hear that, you immediately turn and start making space. You don’t worry about being polite; they can go home to sweetie-pie for that. And if my professor wants to lecture to students who are there to learn, he can go to the honors section.

Friday’s forecast: I came for the quiz. Give me the quiz. Or else I’ll have to go home and quiz myself.