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.
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.
