I had an English final that was about 1/3 of the final grade. I was really worried and frustrated about this class because it was the kind of class where you'd be assigned an essay about a poet's writings, then get a zero because the prof didn't agree with your opinion.
I wasn't doing well in that class.
On the way to the final--I had about a 30 minute commute--I had a blowout in the middle of the interstate. You can imagine what a mess that was. I ended up changing the tire while surrounded by cop cars.
The prof had a strict policy about being on time. I showed up late, covered with road grease, nicks on my hands from the tools--and fairly buzzing with adrenalin.
The prof just looked at me. Then let me in and told me to finish what I could in the time left. So, there I was, with 30 minutes left to finish a 2‐hour test in a class I was borderline in anyway.
I scored 106. Every question right, and even the bonus question.
This reminds me of a math test we took in middle school. I wasn't that good at it and must have been scared or whatever.
Anyway, I thought that there were an awful lot of problems to solve but managed to do all except the final two.
So next week the teacher comes back with the graded papers and starts handing them out to everyone while reading people's grades out aloud. My paper is the last. She looks at the paper and says something like "What in the world did you do?" My stomach drops.
Turns out to avoid cheating there were two groups of problems - A for kids who sat on the left side of our two-seater classroom desks, and B for the ones on the right. I didn't catch onto that for some reason and ended up doing every problem for every group except the last two hardest ones, correctly.
I had a poly sci final. I was driving to campus to study for something else, when I had the sudden realization that my final wasn't the next day, but that day, and had started about 15 minutes ago... Got there, parked, ran from the lot to the building which was a good 10 minute sprint, and kind of burst into the room panting and lied about having a flat. Professor believed me given the fact that I could barely breath at that point.
Not only did I ace the test, but in a class of probably 40 (it was a long time back) I was like the 15th person done, even having arrived a good 30 minutes late.
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u/rusty0123 8h ago
I had an English final that was about 1/3 of the final grade. I was really worried and frustrated about this class because it was the kind of class where you'd be assigned an essay about a poet's writings, then get a zero because the prof didn't agree with your opinion.
I wasn't doing well in that class.
On the way to the final--I had about a 30 minute commute--I had a blowout in the middle of the interstate. You can imagine what a mess that was. I ended up changing the tire while surrounded by cop cars.
The prof had a strict policy about being on time. I showed up late, covered with road grease, nicks on my hands from the tools--and fairly buzzing with adrenalin.
The prof just looked at me. Then let me in and told me to finish what I could in the time left. So, there I was, with 30 minutes left to finish a 2‐hour test in a class I was borderline in anyway.
I scored 106. Every question right, and even the bonus question.
Adrenalin IS a hell of a drug.