What important thing couldn't possibly wait until the bell rang? The answer, of course, is nothing. That isn't why you did it. There was no better release for the intense boredom of third period than tossing a text to your boy across the room saying, "Yo, this shit is so boring." Invariably, your phone was confiscated in short order. The good news was that they couldn't keep your phone for long or your parents would be livid that they couldn't get in touch with you. Just like so many things in life, the cycle was doomed to repeat itself from day one, and the game of cat and mouse between your teacher and your cell phone would continue through every third period for the rest of the year.