I was sitting in some science class at FSU. We were waiting for the professor to arrive. Today an exam was scheduled. The atmosphere was tense; I felt relaxed.
A note was passed to me. I opened it, and found the answers to the first six multiple choice questions scrawled in red ink. I was shocked. I didn’t even want to see such a thing.
I folded the note and passed it back. The note continued to make its way around the room. It was being looked at by someone in the front row when the teacher walked in.
The idiot holding the note had turned it around, to look at the back of the page. The teacher could clearly see the red letters!
She didn’t say anything … at first. She set her bags down, shuffled her test papers, and then point to a student (who turned out to be Hall of Famer Michael Irvin) and accused him of getting the answers.
She then addressed the class and said the multiple portion of the exam was cancelled, and we only had the lab to do. We all knew the lab was the most difficult part of the exam … so basically we had all been sentenced to failure.
I approached the teacher and explained what happened … there was no way to know the answers had been passed to you, because no one was talking. While she seemed understanding, she would not change her mind about the lab.
I went to the lab and felt, uh, guide-less. I had a clue, I just didn’t know where to start or the proper procedures for this part of the exam … I assume the instructions were in the exam, but she never passed it out.
The others seemed to know what they were doing, at the various lab stations. The room had the feel of a science fair, with different experiments for different parts of the exam set up on different lab counters around the room. I walked up to a couple of students, and discovered everyone was cheating and helping each other out.
I was offered help, but refused. I still didn’t have the guidance I needed, though; so I left.
I ended up meeting G. and Billy by the railing next to the stairs of this tall brick building. We went down the stairs … somehow, this morphed into going to see a re-release of the Mummy with a teenager I was mentoring at a brand new Muvico theatre that was built in our area. The parking garage and facade of the building was white marble with streaks of gray in the stone.
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