Friday, October 17, 2014

Take the Test; Miss the CIass

I was in college, a big and old old old building.
I was talking to a fellow student and something was mentioned about the test in a class, and I realized that, although I was going to take the test, but I didn't know where to go. I had never been to that class, because I had never been able to find the classroom.

I realized I would have to find the teacher and explain why I hadn't been in class, and I really hoped he would let me take the test. I wasn't worried about the test, more about the classroom work I had never done, and very anxious about being allowed to take the test. I really didn't get a sense of if I would be able to take the test or not.



This was for either a history or science course,and I'm really thinking it was a history thing.(Genealogy?) The teacher was a tall older overly formal man. He was known to be a by the rules professor, but it was also known that no one had ever suffered unduly from his interpretation of the rules. 

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