Why does my teacher yell when he tells stories about his life, that nobody cares about?

My History teacher, Jeff Wright, is a prick. During class, in the middle of a history lesson, about the Civil war, he starts talking about his accidental, yet some how precious, little boy. Then he talks about meeting a professional wrestler, then he continues the lesson, and complains about how WE (the students) wasted his PRECIOUS time. Why is this way? I really hate this man, many people do, he looks like Blondie from the newspaper comics, like, legitimately. I can't even stand being in the same state as him. Maybe I should to Montana, start a business, with my friend, and we will prosper. Give me, and my friend, some Ideas about where we should move, our new identities, our business, our car, our home appliances, and the color of our tightly worn, Aeropostel T-Shirts. This is serious, I need this information, and soon. For if me, and my friend, do not succeed in our mission, to evade the presence of Mr. Jeff Wright, a wormhole from the galaxy of Alderon, will be opened, devouring every living, and non-living things, in entire existence. This is urgent. Please, save the pandas, save humanity, but do not save...... Jeff Wright. Thank you for your contributions, Allah bless you.