Trouble

I got in trouble in class today. Not your normal type of trouble. The type of trouble where the professor has noticed you in past sessions, even though you sit in the very last row of a huge lecture hall, and has decided to send her T.A. henchmen, unbeknownst to you, to surround you and your friends. Then, with three of her minions within 8 feet of you, flanking you on the ends and directly in front, you decide to behave normally, which generally means talking a lot. At some point, you notice a T.A. sending silent signals somewhere, but it is too late. Big Red is behind you, ready to deliver a stern "talking to," which he proceeds to do fairly loudly for an extensive amount of time. That is the type of trouble I got into today.