"BOBBY TEENAGER REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE"
You turn to the next page in your textbook and act like you didn't hear that. Your teacher stares at you. "Bobby." You solve a trigonometry problem from the textbook. "BOBBY."
"BOBBY TEENAGER REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW!"
The PA emits a horrific shriek, but no one else in the class seems to hear it at all. It claws relentlessly at the inside of your skull and your eyes. The teacher is writing a problem on the chalkboard. In agony you curl into the tightest ball you can.