> 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 Anderson) 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. > Anyway, during this particular final, one guy entered the test > needing a descent grade to pass the class. 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". > Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, twenty into > forty...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. > > 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.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - T o d d E. V a n H o o s e a r - ``'''vanhoose@lalaland.cl.msu.edu - vanhoose@msu.edu - vanhoose@lalaland.cl.msu.edu (._.) Michigan State University - East Lansing, MI USA (_) Computer Laboratory - Department of Communication `---' <A HREF="http://lalaland.cl.msu.edu/~vanhoose/">My Home Page</A> "All generalizations are false." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~