Midterm story
With the last of my 07 lead, I slowly bubbled in on question 100 [E] none of the above. Then I took a long sigh of relief and slipped my pencil into my right pocket as if it were a pokemon beating the last gym leader and then returning to its pokeball. I stood up and did a quick stretch and then made my way through the mess of backpacks and folders on the floor towards the prof. desk. As i was making the journey towards the prof. suddenly a weird mixture of fortitude and courage overcame my body…at that moment i knew what i had to do.
As I stood tall, opposite of the prof., with my scantron in one hand and the midterm paper in the other, the prof without even looking up or skipping a sentence on the paper he was grading he says “leave it on the desk, you can leave”. Now the regular student would of probably placed it neatly on the desk and walked away politely, but not I. With a quick and thunderous motion i slammed the midterm paper on the desk, the prof drops his pen. His eyes slowly making his way up to meet mine. As our eyes come in contact, all i could see behind his bloodshot pupils were fear…fear and cowardice.
Before he could say another word i raised my right hand and like the great heron <—(its a bird belonging to the Ardeidae family, play me at bird trivia) flying down and ripping its prey apart, i tore the green scantron in half and left the bloody remains on the floor never breaking eye contact with the prof. With an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and triumph i made my way towards the door. As i kicked open the door and cross the threshold all the prof could do was to try and pick up his jaw that was lying on the floor.
And that everyone is the story of how i failed my midterm!
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