The Test of Time

I received my last finals of the year today. I'd long known how I'd done on the course, but reading the actual exam and paper brought out surprising revelations. The term paper that I thought I'd enjoyed writing, that I spent more hours on than I should have at the expense
of my other projects, turned out to be far less marvelous than I had remembered. In those last few, sleep-deprived frenzied hours, I had apparently delivered a paper riddled with embarrassing grammar mistakes (though, natch, still awesome). Yet the exam that had
me most worried, that I remember stressing about even as I was taking it, turned out to be fine. (I think it was fine, at least, I can't really make out the scoring system. It was pretty nerve wracking when the professor picked up the exam booklet and before handing it back to me, flipped through it and said, "Let's see how you did.) In fact, I even had time to be sassy in the exam.

For a true or false question, I answered "False. Because 'always' is always a tip off in true/false questions.

I also wrote, at the start of the exam book, "Before we begin, your shirt looks nice today?" Usually a sure win with professors, TAs, and supervisors, this teaching staff was not as appreciative of this comment as I had hoped. It was circled, and someone wrote a giant "!?" over the section.