It was the final examination for an introductory English course at
the UW. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out
new students, having over 800 students in the class! The examination
was two-hours long, and standard blue exam booklets were provided. The
professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that
was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the
student would fail.
Half hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the
professor for an exam booklet. "You're not going to have time to
finish this," the professor said, as he handed the student a booklet.
"Yes I will," replied the student. He then took a seat and began
writing.
After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the
students filed up and handed them in. All except for the late
student, who continued writing. Half an hour later, the last student
came up to the front of the lecture hall where the professor was
sitting behind the desk, casually reading a book with his feet up on
a stool. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets
already there.
"No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late," the
professor said, turning the page in his book.
The student looked incredulous and angry. "Do you know who I am?"
"Nooooo, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor with
an air of sarcasm in his voice.
"Do you KNOW who I AM?" the student asked again, poking his own
chest with his finger as he leaned intimidatingly over the table.
"No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of
superiority.
The student quickly lifted the stack of completed exams and stuffed
his in the middle. "Good!" he said, and walked out of the room.