I am in a dorm room in Waterfield Hall. It’s time for me to take a test, so I sit down at my little wooden desk, open the top drawer, and pull out a scantron card. I open a text book to the page where questions are displayed (I have no idea what the text book subject is). A number-2 lead pencil is required, but I pick up a purple gel pen and start filling in bubbles. I wasn’t reading the questions, but my answers were correct. Interestingly, as I colored in the bubbles, the bubble made a sound like striking a piano key. My answers made a pleasant melody.
About three-quarters of the way through the test, I decide to go outside and take a short walk (a little break). As I rounded the last flight of stairs, I realized there was a party in the lobby. Anne and her friend V are sitting on a leather couch sipping coffee. Anne immediately jumped up and walked toward me. She said my test had to be submitted NOW or I was going to fail – nobody was allowed in the lobby until their test was turned in. A cranky old woman (the professor) walked out from behind a counter and demanded that I hand over my test. “It’s upstairs on my desk, I didn’t know it was due now,” I said. She told me sternly that if it was not complete, I have already failed. I assured her it was complete (a lie). She told me to go get it now and she would accept it.
I ran up countless flights of stairs as hard as I could, dashed into my room with the idea to fill in the last bubbles randomly. But, HORROR! The gel ink had turned into grape jelly. It was smeared all over the card, and the bubbles bled together so you couldn’t see which answers were marked. I knew the professor would not accept my test like this, finished or not. I woke up.
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