The setting is Ohio State University about six or seven years ago
in a huge lecture hall (approximately 1000 students) for a Calculus
final. Apparently this particular calculus teacher (unlike our
beloved professor Bonk) wasn't very well liked. He was one of those guys
who would stand at the front of the class and yell out how much time was
remaining before the end of a test, a real charmer. Since he was so busy
galavanting around the room making sure that nobody cheated and that
everyone was aware of how much time they had left before their failure on
the test was complete, he had the students stack the completed tests on
the huge podium at the front of the room. This made for quite a mess,
remember there were 1000 students in the class.
Yeah right.
Anyway, during this particular final, one guy entered the test
needing a descent grade to pass the class.
Only one?
His only problem with
Calculus was that he did poorly when rushed, and this ass standing in the
front of the room barking out how much time was left before the tests had
to be handed in didn't help him at all. He figured he wanted to assure
himself of a good grade, so he hardly flinched when the professor said
"pencils down and submit your scantron sheets and work to piles at the
front of the room".
I hate those ******* scantron sheets!
Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, twenty into
fourty...almost an hour after the test was "officially over", our friend
finally put down his pencil, gathered up his work, and headed to the
front of the hall to submit his final. The whole time, the professor sat
at the front of the room, strangely waiting for the student to complete
his exam.
"What do you think you're doing?" the professor asked as the
student stood in front of him about to put down his exam on one of
the neatly stacked piles of exams (the professor had plenty of
time to stack the mountain of papers while he waited) It was
clear that the professor had waited only to give the student a hard
time.
"Turning in my exam," retorted the student confidently.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," the profesor gloated,
"Your exam is an hour late. You've FAILED it and, consequently,
I'll see you next term when you repeat my course."
The student smiled slyly and asked the professor "Do you know who
I am?"
"What?" replied the professor grufly, annoyed that the student
showed no sign of emotion.
The student rephrased the question mockingly, "Do you know what my
name is?"
"NO", snarled the professor.
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The student looked the professor dead in the eyes and said
slowly, "I didn't think so", as he lifted up one of the stacks
half way, shoved his test neatly into the center of the stack,
let the stack fall burying his test in the middle, turned around,
and walked casually out of the huge lecture hall.
Why didn't I think of that?
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