Finals week

The first day of class is always pleasant and peaceful. The room is packed full of students and everyone is ready to learn...or in some cases, ready to socialize. The weeks roll on by and a couple of people have dropped either because they knew what was good for them, they didn't want to take the class, or financial aid raped them. Mid-term shows up and half of the class remains, you study just a little and you're good to go for any tests. Even if you have a C you still have time to bring it up to an A, with some hard work of course. There's a little break, which is just another way of saying "get some sleep, you have 8 more weeks left." But some ignore the hint and party any information that they memorized, for mid-terms, away. So a couple more drop out, some flunked their mid-terms, some decide "I'll just study the info in my dorm room. I'll be fine." Some, decide to just build meth labs instead of going to their Math/English/Science/Music Lab. And then that WEEK YOU'VE BEEN DREAMING OF finally arrives....finals week. *ominous music* This is the one week each semester that teachers can inflict as much torture on students as they want. This is their way of weeding out the remaining weaklings. For those who were smart, and flunk out at mid-terms, they don't have to go through this hell hole. At this point you begin to think "I should have followed you. But no! I had to be a smart person and stay in class and do my homework and study. I could have just been a stripper or a drug dealer...but I was dumb and I decided to study!! I hate my life. College is hard, I want to go back to grade school because it's EASY!" So the day you go in for your final you notice that there is about 7 people left from the 42 that began at the start of the semester. You are still frantically cramming and you even go through some questions with your teacher to make sure you understand at least some of what you're doing. The test are handed out and everyone that's left is sweating profusely and one person just threw up in the trash can. Mechanical pencils are clicking and your heart is racing. Then as you look down at your test....you realize how stupid easy it is going to be. In your mind you're thinking.... "You crazy teacher! You almost gave me a heart attack! Why would you do that to me?!!!" >:O