Fun Story
So I walk into the classroom probably like 10 minutes before my final. This should give me enough time to go over some last minute notes, clarify some things with class mates, and set myself up for smooth sailing through the test. Well, ten minutes pass, and no teacher. Fifteen minutes, and still no teacher. So we start joking, “oh if there’s no teacher that means no final right?” and “guys, what if she just walks in here and cancels the final?” So shortly after that, in trudges our professor. She looks tired. Without a word, she sets down her coffee and pulls a sticky note out of her pocket and starts to write numbers on the board. We all just kind of sit in stunned silence. After a minute, she’s got a list of percentages and their corresponding grades written up on the board. She turns to us and says, “I don’t feel like grading 30 finals, so find where you fall on this list and if you’re happy with your grade you can leave.”
Nobody moves.
This is a trick right? No, not even a little bit.
My professor legitimately did not feel like grading 30 finals and so she just let everyone have their current percentage.
Not all heroes wear capes.
