Your fingers crept under the headband as your teacher droned on about Molecular-Pythagoream-Grammatical-Wars.
You absentmindedly stared at the clock as yoyr fingers took on a mind of their own, twisting and twirling and loosening and-
"WILL- CZHZVZH- COME TO THE OFFICE?"
-yanking. A few strands of hair came loose in your hand as the announcement crackled to life over the speaker system.
You stared at the hair in bewilderment, and realizing that it was your name that had been called (though garbled-ly), hightailed it out of there.