The Buffer things

During the summer at school, they buff all the floors. They blow all the grass clippings. They do all of the loud things, because there are hardly any students. During the winter, they don't do those things. Because from 8ish to lateish, campus is full. Classes are being taught, study groups are meeting, exams are being taken, everything is happening. Which is why today was weird.

I'm sitting in my desk writing furiously about the Battle of Long Island, when someone on the floor above our classroom starts buffering the floors. Buffing the floors? I don't really know the correct term for that thing they do to the floors. Everyone in class looks up at the ceiling. We all try to figure out what's happening. Why in the world would they be doing that? In February? During class time? So strange. We realize our professor didn't stop talking, so we frantically try to figure out if our half-conscious halfway-listening ears heard what he said so we all could catch up on notes. (That's what I did at least. I assume everyone else did the same, because I'm super a lot like everybody else, so why wouldn't they do the same thing as me?) About 10 minutes later, when the buff--- became particularly loud and about-to-crash-through-the-ceilingesque, professor all of a sudden turns his head toward the noise and yells "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!" He then asks if it's June and if we saw EFY kids scattered across the lawn on our way in, he leans his head against the wall, pretends like the vibrations are causing him to have a seizure, throws his hand to his jaw and says, "Wow, that gave me a toothache" and continues his lecture. My professors don't often do things like this. Actually, they never have done anything quite like this. And I might have laughed, and the other students might have looked at me weird while I had a huge laughy-grin on my face for the rest of the class, but here's the thing. It was funny.