Ah, freshmen. I have to admit that I don't really know any of you, other than the small handful — well, quarter of your class — that plays girls basketball.

But I'm perplexed. The other day I was making up a history test in a room where Mr. Butler was substituting for Mr. Vaughn's fourth-hour freshman history. Mr. Butler told the class that they were supposed to work on an assignment for the whole period and then told them that they couldn't talk because there was someone making up a test.

I smirked to myself, realizing that I would probably have to work through quite a bit of noise and distraction, but I was still fairly confident that I would be able to concentrate.

And then, nothing happened. Even though it was the period before lunch, with no lectures or note-taking to do, the room was completely silent. No funny party stories, no schoolyard gossip, no text-messaging friends at other schools, no shrieking contests involving the names of various body parts. I didn't even see anyone staring off into space for more than a minute or so.

When I think of how certain members of our class still shot spitballs during our freshman year, I can almost see why some people blatantly favor the class of '11 over my very own OH-TEN! YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS. (Sorry, the last part is a mandatory addition whenever you say our class graduation date. Little known fact.)

At first I thought that the freshmen were just tired, or extremely scared of me, or incredibly polite. But even when I left with five or 10 minutes left in the period, the room stayed eerily noiseless. It's almost as if they were well-behaved, or something.

So this is my message to our dear little freshies: Stop making the rest of us look bad! Well, actually, the other classes generally LOOK fine … but stop making us seem immature!

I guess I really did appreciate the quiet during my test. That was nice. Our class should have that. Like casual Fridays, or something. Once a week the sophomores will act normally and appropriately.

Seriously, though, this is mostly a joke. I have mad love for the freshmen. Well, except for that ridiculous lock-in petition. But yeah, please don't send me hate mail. Or calculator viruses.