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This past week has been an interesting one. Some of you may already know I was down with the stomach flu last week and early this week. Interesting story...

While genuinely sick last Tuesday evening, I missed my Statistics class. I called the only friend I had in the class to see what I had missed. Interestingly enough, she had missed class as well. But we both knew that we had missed our professor going over the homework he had assigned to us. His plan had been to go over the two chapters' worth of homework for two class meetings, then after those classes, give the exam.

When we were walking to class together that Thursday, my friend stepped in before I did because I had received a phone call. She walks back out freaking out and said that they were preparing to take the exam; the guy she saw told her he wouldn't say he saw her...to just leave...because she hadn't prepped for the exam.

Her and I both freak out and don't know what to do, we were totally unprepared. Her boyfriend, her and I go and sit in my car to sort things out. Reluctantly we decided not to go in because we would be forced to take an exam we weren't ready for. My friend calls the professor and told him I was sick (the truth), but that I was her only ride (the lie). So we skipped class with him having told us he would let us take the exam when we return.

I studied. We got to class after some freaky coincidence with my friend, myself and our professor...somehow I think he knew her car wasn't broken. When we walk in, he looks at us and says "You two need to take the exam." So he has us in our regular seats taking the test, but then tells the rest of the class that he cannot pass back their exams as two students are taking the exam...he kicks the class out in the cold evening and calls them in one at a time to privately give them their score. Then he puts the scores (w/out names) on the board. The lowest score was a C. And I am sitting in my spot scribbling partial answers out of the paper....hoping for a D.

Turn the exam in. He tells me we weren't supposed to write on the exam paper (thanks for telling me that now), so I rewrite my answers. My friend and I then wait outside and converse with a fellow student about how hard the exam was. He tells us to go and see what we got.

My friend starts by telling the professor that she did not study-she had an astronomy test. He handed mine back first, and I didn't want to look, I knew I failed and I told him that; I got an 85%. My friend got a 50%.

He told her...."There is a saying in Farci (translation here), which means about the same as: You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." He went on to tell her that if she felt she wasn't ready to take the exam, she should have told him....and he wouldn't have forced her to take it. She is going to be allowed to retake it without penalty.

But I guess we learned a lesson: if we had just walked in the day of the test and told our professor we were not ready (having been genuinely absent on the study day), he would have allowed us to skip it for study reasons, and we never would have had to lie....it got a lot bigger than we had realized, and we found ourselves stalking out the location of our professor needlessly.

Hmm...the irony.