i have a finite mathematics exam this morning

i've never had a professor schedule an out-of-class exam except for finals.

different building and room than the class is held, at 9AM (class is at 1:30 normally. i'm fucking tired - i dont get up this early)

there are assigned seats and everything. and we need to have our student identification number, and must turn in our id cards when entering.

i'm afraid they're going to gas us or something

 

Call In Sick..F.F.S.!!....



Cheers Glen.

 

Lucky it's a finite exam, those infinite ones seem to last forever...

 

har har

 

That's way too early for an exam, sucks balls. Good luck!!

 

clearly your prof hates young people. you guys should protest this blatant ageism! at a proper time, preferably in the late evening, naturally.

 

yeah, it was lousy. plus i have a finnicky bladder, and i only have to go more often than necessary when i'm in class, especially if its a test, so i started needing to use the bathroom about 2 minutes after starting the exam, when i knew i couldnt go do that.

anyway, i think i passed. i'll be happy with a C, though.

 

Talk about math tests! I think you will find this letter interesting. I wrote this to my wife recently. It's her reply below that threw me for a loop!


Dear Cathy,


You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 55 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset----I will be home before midnight.

This is where it gets good.


When I came home late that night, I found the following letter on the dining room table:

Dear Spud,

I read your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 55 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are 57 years old.

As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old.

As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference - 18 goes into 55 a lot more times than 57 goes into 18.

Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.

You do the math!

Spud

 

OH MY GOD.....

that is fucking hilarious!

hopefully thats a true story, but if not, it's still amusing :tongue:

best reply of the thread :cheers2:

 

ha. i love that one.

 

what i've always been curious about is how moses could divide the red sea by 2