I was sitting in my Spanish class, listening to my insane professor spout out the intricacies of the 5th tractado of "Lazarillo de Tormes" and gazing out the door.

My eyes moved from left to right across the room, but then they darted back toward the door.

Outside was a big guy wearing a ...

... Jason mask, with wild hair and dirty clothes. And he was staring at me and pointing. For ten seconds. Then he turned and ran down the hall.

It was so ... hysterical. There I was, just sitting in class, when I saw an icon of American horror movies point to me like it was my turn to die. I looked at the girl sitting next to me and we both started laughing like hyenas ... and my clueless professor just smiled, assuming we were laughing at his clever antics.