Wow! We all got the same sext.
Just minutes after the proffie gave out his Instagram account.
Due to health concerns, cellphones have replaced cigarettes in firing squad routines.
Students happily waiting to use the over-burdened, eeeerrrrr, state of the art testing center.
So "addicted" to their cells, the students failed to realize that the Tinder profiles they were checking out were from the very people standing next to them.
"Dear Mom,"click, click, click"I'm not meeting any new friends."click, click, click"There's nobody to talk to here."click, click, click
After their professor brought a stapler to class, the excitedly happy students quickly logged onto RMP from their phones and gave him high ratings.
FOR THE WIN!
Safety school. Free wireless.
The discussion section had much better participation levels after it was moved to Snapchat
proffie says no texting in class. hallway is fair game!
Back in the old days, we used to use a forked stick to look for water.Or:Back in the old days, staring at your crotch like that was something perverts did.Or:Back in the old days, talking to yourself like that was considered a sign of madness. (OK, that last is better when a Bluetooth earpiece is involved.)(My thanks, by the way, to Eirinn7, for last summer in Academic Water Cooler suggesting the Sci-Fi novel "Feed," by M.T. Anderson, about what kind of society ensues when nearly everyone has a smartphone surgically implanted in their head. It was a fine read, and it was written by an English-comp instructor, so he nails exactly the thought processes involved. By that, I don't mean to disparage English-comp instructors in the slightest: if you want to know what I mean, read the book.)