Let me clarify one thing for you. Passing periods are five minutes each. 300 seconds to get from class to class.
I've been attending Mesa for six years, and never have I once felt the need to gallop through the extremely crowded halls in an unnecessary attempt to make it to my class halfway across the compact part of the school we actually learn in. And in my day (cue creaky senior voice) we didn't have the minute bell. That showed up... Four years ago? But it wasn't there in seventh grade, that's for sure. It's an incredible convenience that is meant to help you portion your time, so please use it.
You don't need to run in the halls like an overexcited third grader. This isn't elementary school., kids. This is the gateway to adulthood. Right now I'm imagining a 50 year old business man sprinting through his office and I just burst out laughing. And guess what? He looks ridiculous.
Our overcrowded halls are packed to the brim with like-minded scholars en route to their respective learning environments. Running through the halls is not only an issue of annoyance and common courtesy, but one of safety. Imagine that you're trying to get to class, walking calmly through the halls, when all of a sudden a whirling dervish of impatience and unnecessary worry comes dashing past you, catching you off guard and knocking you onto the cold, hard, dirty concrete ground.
The Hallway Walkers