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.